what's so amazing about really deep thoughts?
tori amos has a newish album out, and the radio station i listen to in my sewing room plays cuts from it in pretty heavy rotation. it's hard to hear it now. when i first knew rich, he made me a taped copy of little earthquakes and mailed it to me, telling me, "i have the idea that if you could sing, this is what you would sound like."
i know now (and, really, then, too) that his comment was absolutely characteristic of rich: extravagant wooing with a willful and joyous disregard for the truth. the fact is, i can't sing a note, though that certainly doesn't stop me from bellowing tunelessly at the slightest provocation. i hoot at the very idea that i would sound like tori amos, with her high, sweet, tremulous voice, and her lyrics that just drip with pain -- songs about rape, rage, and the catholic church.
it was sweet of him to say so. or he meant it to be.
When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna love you as much as I do?
When you gonna make up your mind?
'Cause things are gonna change so fast.— tori amos, "winter," little earthquakes