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Silent All These Years, Tori Amos
I’d say that it was that kind of evening, except that I’m damned if I know what a Tori Amos evening is actually like.
It’s a Tori Amos Christmas CD that came out last year: didn’t know that this existed.
Idiosyncratic – yeah, I know: redundant observation, that.
This is the live version:
(Shrug) It’s Tori Amos. You get it, or you don’t.
I could comment on the Kanye West / Taylor Swift thing, except that my only real contribution is to repeat the Robin Williams quote that cocaine is God’s way of telling you that you’re making too much f*cking money.
So: Tori Amos owning Curt Cobain.
Smells Like Teen Spirit, Tori Amos
My crowd all went nuts for Tori Amos in college, as I recall. Actually, I’m not sure how many of us stopped. In fact, I don’t think that I’ve stopped.
Silent All These Years, Tori Amos
My only problem with this song is that I associate it with having a cigarette. I used to make it a point to not listen to it unless I was able to light up on the spot. I can’t for the life of me remember why, though.
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