literally

a fam was my wake up call.

LoL. I know, I'm a bad writer.

But dayum, I cannot wait til I can share this with the limbo. I will draw him in too. And we can lament together for NOT going to see this tour.

HamsterHuey said:

Who could that be?

HamsterHuey said:

No, not at all. This is fucking brilliant. I can't wait for the chance to contribute more. Wish I wasn't so damn busy today.

GangstaFam said:

LoL. I know, I'm a bad writer.

But dayum, I cannot wait til I can share this with the limbo. I will draw him in too. And we can lament together for NOT going to see this tour.

breakfast at every hour, it could save the world

HamsterHuey said:

with the footage i've seen on youtube i totally hate myself for not going to see her this tour!


ME

HamsterHuey said:

with the footage i've seen on youtube i totally hate myself for not going to see her this tour!


ME

coffee and nipple clamps at every hour

IstenSzek said:

I have no fucking clue what you are talking about.

GOOD fucking line to put in a song, though.

IstenSzek said:

Wow, you're fast!

Check my myspace page.

As if I did not TomTom the way to yer page...

HamsterHuey said:

Well, hey do you do bondage in your finery?

HamsterHuey said:

I'm not sure what that means.

I chose God as my last song before bed.

HamsterHuey said:

Well, almost. Spacedog it is...

TomTom= the second biggest navigatong system builders for cars. Dutch.
It's like I google you. TomTom the way= show the way.

HamsterHuey said:

Ah. Gotcha. I loves me some "Purple People". Lars and I are Choirgirl b-side whores.

Do It Again?

HamsterHuey said:

Of, fer sure. Listened to that a few times tonight, in fact.

I am plugging Me & A Gun vid to Belgium now...

http://nl.youtube.com/wat...W6lfTUzKPA

fuck!

damn herman. that was good.

must say i love the stuff i've heard from the latest tour. there's
a little bit of that certain something in there again and i like it,
i like it lots.

i've even started to try and cut up her recent albums into ep's one
at a time to get used to them. there must be more there than i can
grasp at the moment. the live performances suggest as much so i'm a
good boy, giving it another try.

oh and thanx for making me put my entire tori folder in my winamp a
minute ago. now i'm gonna be up all nigt again listening to her and
seeing the private films i made for each and every one of her songs
that i love dearest.


breakfast at every hour, it could save the world

well, in our case coffee and nipple clamps at every hour

So, you know; you've been disappointed in love so many times you are not even surprised about the fact that the people you love most also have the power to wound you deepest.

Some people just mean more to you than others. Their voices. Their torment. Their madness. Sometimes they grasp you for one song, others for one album. But other times vocalists sing their way into your heart to reside there for what seems your entire life and all of a sudden the doors open and out they go.

It's nothing strange. It happened with Prince. His first musical betrayal was committed when he chopped off the original intro of the sublime Joy In Repetition. That hurt.
Then he released Old Friends 4 Sale with tacky new lyrics. My heart never recovered and Prince's music went into a different direction than my soul.
When he released The Rainbow Children I was just momentarily angry for all his missgivings; his music was like family; sometimes you love them, other times you wish they'd go away. But at least you have the memories.
Now, Prince is like Auntie Ann; you still are expected to kiss her, cuz, you know; Orgers are watching, but dayum, what perfume is she wearing?

Same with my longer love affairs with Kate Bush. Other love affairs only are glamourised because someone died and there is no one to fuck up their memory, like Joy Division. Forever glam.

But people that check my last.fm page every now and then know there is a kewl second to Prince; Tori. I met her in 1991 and I fell for the elves in her eyes and the shadow of doom in her voice that could evoke euphoric blasts through my soul and yet she could chill me at the same time with her words.
She was like Joni, but more vague at times and at other times more direct.
She was like Kate, going on strange trips through her own head and those of others.

And I followed blindly.
She said; 'Ooh, an elve!' and I believed her, so deeply ran my trust.
She took me out in the snow and made me remember daddy.
She questioned god, but the line was bad. Yet I heard her.
She took me to the top of the mountain and I excorsized my past boyfriends with her.
And I searched her out. She was like a female Prince; shooting out non-album tracks faster than Prince did. She was my new Prince for a while.
Her wail for losing someone close became my wail too; an outcry of pain for loss you cannot control.

Then something happened. It was slow, but it happened just the same. She went glam. She started to channel Eminem. In itself a daring experiment, but my mind went "Tori, sometimes you just don't come through..."

And then it snowballed. There was a bad concert experience. I looked on like I was the boy in the bubble; I could hear her sing, but the words did not hit home.
She sang in a bad movie. Then she made a few albums that just drolled on, leaving nothing but static hiss in my ears.

And I threw in the towel. Into the empty bullring. And Tori Amos became Auntie Ann. I changed the channel.

So I wasn't paying attention with the new album. I listened, cuz she is Aunti Ann and I love her anyways. And hey there, there was a good whiff of freshness. I bounced offa cloud, fell into a big wheel and she told me I could bring my dog.

With body and soul detached, I did not spot the spark. Tori woke up. And a fam was my wake up call. With a bang he propelled her and a gun into my bubble and it burst.

Now, once again hungry for the food she feeds me, I drift to and from work on clouds of Pip, Santa, Isabel and Clyde. Tori's angry and I am happy. Why do I wish bad things to the voices I love?

I am selfish, that's why. I am back into the fold. Falling in love all over.
[Edited 12/13/07 12:53pm]

Just beautious and exquisitely captured sweetie. The nourishment she has provided this time round is keeping me from doing serious damage during an insanely difficult time. Thank you for writing and sharing this.