I always get so intrigued going back to hear artists talk about the impetus of a song, where it came from, the environment in which the emotion cultivated such a thought.
“…in ‘Hotel’ she says goodbye to someone she perhaps might have married. I think as you’re getting married, all the loves, even the 10-minutes loves, are popping up. ‘Hotel’ was really like feeling like an agent – a spy – in that he was the greatest guy at one time and they were giving me time behind enemy lines. Even though she knows they can’t be lovers because it’s a whole other life, she just can’t let him go. That’s the thing about letting old lovers go. You don’t stop loving some of them. There are a couple you love no less than you ever did. Not to mention names…but I’m still in love with a couple. You’re not going to try to make it work again, but if they needed you, you’d drop everything.” –
Tori Amos, Alternative Press 7/98
Your challenge is to best come to grips with reality that you’ll never have the closure you want.
To feel this dissonance. And as you carry on, how you carry it with you will change. That’s what my medicine woman tells me. And I trust her and the cocktails she pours.
Saw Tori Amos last night, where the theme seemed to be ghosts. It was a fantastic show with the string quartet, but definitely a dark/somber affair. “Leather” was one of the more fiery moments and interesting pieces with the quartet. Can we talk about the red latex leggings and heels? Yowza. Other favorites of the night were “The Beekeeper,” “Cruel,” “Siren,” a cover of “Landslide,” and “Cloud on my tongue.” The last song certainly has always been a favorite and has one of my favorite lyrics of all time in it. Weird how much it resonated with me over the course of the evening.
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Tori Amos is one of those artists who you either love or hate. There’s not a lot of middle ground with her. She’s divisive and not everyone’s cup of tea. And while some would argue that she’s become more ‘commercial’ in more recent years, I find myself going back to her early catalogue always every few years or so. She and I have this tumultuous relationship where I give everything over to her for a few months and then turn my back for another two years. Any time a new album is about to come out, I immerse myself in her canon and remember why I fell for her and the Bösendorfer.
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I’ve been tapping into what now feels like an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. For history. Journeying to the source of the divine. Figuring out this relationship between creator and creation. Understanding the balance that is internal, that is external and that is beyond the plane of this egoistic reality that we’re assessing constantly.
I’m compelled to just dig around inside myself and to reflect upon the ideas and works of others, whether it be through books, art, music – whatever. How do each of these things impact me and how do each of these individual creations mirror the journey that I – like you – are on to discover the meaning of all of this.
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