I feel like I’ve been posting a lot of things that don’t really have to do with my emotional state. Is it cause I’m busier than an ant in a sugarcane field? Is it because I haven’t had many emotions lately? Is it because I don’t want to talk to you?
I don’t know. Foxy bought a bike. We rode all over Westville today, and everything was closed. Whence the whole Memorial Day sidewalk sale that I remember from my youth? Where has tradition gone? Why do all these retail people want a day off? Fuck them. Get back to work! Anyway, my bike is living in West Asheville, with tentative plans to go riding after work at least 3 days per week. I feel soooooooo much better when I’m riding.
There’s more firewood under my deck, because I am a grasshopper morphing into an ant. Let’s all remember the just-so stories. But not the racist ones.
I installed a Coca-Cola bottle opener next to my fridge. I can safely say that it will never open a Coca-Cola. But it has been pressed into service to open a Dogfish Head Raison D’Etre. Deep Mahogany Ale. Slightly sweet, mild, peachy aftertaste, but that might be because it sat out on my porch for like 2 months.
Tori Amos’s new album is the best thing ever. Better than sliced bread. Better than beer. (less filling!) Better than sleep. It is the album I have been waiting for Tori to make since I found out who Tori Amos was and fell in love with her angsty ass. For the past few albums, Tori has been getting more into characters. I mean, her songs have always been living, breathing people to her. She’s not going to win Realist of the Year. But recently, since maybe Choirgirl Hotel, she’s begun to write her songs from the perspective of people who are not Tori. On Strange Little Girls, her cover album, she embodied women who were represented (or under-represented) in the songs by male artists. So the chick who got cut into little pieces and thrown in the lake in ‘97 Bonnie and Clyde by Eminem got a chance to tell her side of things. That was kinda frenetic. A different personality in each song does not a cohesive album make.
In American Doll Posse, there are only five personalities. Each personality gets 4 or 5 songs to air their grievances. Pip, my favorite, is a street whore. She fuckin’ rocks. There’s also Tori [who actually (surprise!) is Tori. I'm pretty sure.], Clyde (a club kid), Isabel (a wealthy, politically liberal commentator], and Santa (who may be a housewife on the verge of insanity. I’m not sure). Anyway, Big Wheel, Teenage Hustling, and Body and Soul are my faves, followed closely by the rest of the album.
