Little Earthquakes
Oh boy, I know I'm gonna get crap for this
one. Making sense of Tori Amos' little piano-side diatribes
is like trying to figure out why Pynchon feels the need to have
a giant adenoid wreck havoc on London in Gravity's Rainbow.
When she skips the talking and sticks to singing, she's actually
quite talented. We always used to find it really sexy the way
she grinded her piano bench and looked as if she was going to
swallow the microphone. The irony is, of course, she's usually
singing about rape and abuse. Guys are sick. |
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