We should shine a light on, a light on.
And the book of right-on is right on, it was right on,

I killed my dinner with karate –
kick ’em in the face, taste the body;
shallow work is the work that I do.

Do you want to sit at my table?
My fighting fame is fabled
and fortune finds me fit and able.

And you do say
that you do pray
and you do say
that you’re okay.

Do you want to run with my pack?
Do you want to ride on my back?
Pray that what you lack does not distract.

And even when you ruin through my mind
something else is in front; you’re behind.
And I don’t have to remind you
to stick with your kind

And you do say (…)

And even when you touch my face
you know your place.

We should shine a light on, a light on. (…)

So, Monday, November 12, 2007, marked a couple of significant firsts for me: first concert since Camille’s birth, first concert with my sister, Olivia, first long solo trip for me, first Tori concert in the new millennium. Maybe I’m reaching there, but you get the idea. I was freakin’ psyched for this show.

Olivia’s awesome housemate and friend, BJ, helped organize the trip and treated tickets for me, Olivia and Jerome. Orchestra, row J, people. I could have thrown marshmallows at sweet Tori if I wanted to!

And then venue – best sound I’ve ever heard for a live band. BJ described hearing a concert there as not just hearing it from the source on stage, but feeling the sound surround you. And it was just like that. I called Pete during two songs, and during “Cooling”, he said he got chillbumps. It was really that good.

One of the most fun parts of the evening was after the concert. After spending an hour in the parking garage (we’re guessing because of some confusion with the system for paying to leave), we drove by Tori’s tour bus. A nice crowd was there, so we stopped and waited. And waited. And waited. Slowly Tori’s crew trickled out, and finally, an hour or two after the end of the concert, the goddess herself made her way out. She waved and smiled and called, “I love you”‘s back to us, but did not stop. She tucked herself into her tour bus. And then we waited some more. Finally the tour bus took off, and we waved goodbye. Sure, it was a thrill to see her, but secretly, I had the most fun just chatting and laughing with Olivia, BJ and Jerome.

Full song list, clips, photos and concert accounts at the amazing

The awesome music blog stereogum, maintained by Scott Lapatine, posted all the clips from the recent, which I tried but could not access when it was live. Looks like the Radiohead guys have some fun and play most of their songs from In Rainbows (currently my most favorite album) live.

In two days, I drive up to see Olivia, and we’ll be going to see Tori Amos together in Nashville on Monday. All craziness and her tendency to look like she’s fellating microphones and whatnot aside, I think she’s an incredible musical craftsperson; she’s amazing live (as seen below in the clip of her singing “Real Men”; and the fact that she has legions of (obsessively) devoted fans without having had one hit is pretty impressive.

YouTube – Tori Amos – Real Men Live

It’s been a long while since I’ve been into Ani D, but this article, a look back at each of the impressive albums she’s released, gets my interest up again. Not only do I love her for her strength, her positivity, her unapologetic feminism and politics, and her kick-ass DIY spirit (yes, she owns her own album label and distributes herself), she’s also a great musician and writer.

 thirty two flavors

squint your eyes and look closer
i’m not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

both my parents taught me about good will
and i have done well by their names
just the kindness i’ve lavished on strangers
is more than i can explain
still there’s many who’ve turned out their porch lights
just so i would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
till i’d passed and left them alone

and god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying past

i’m not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and i would like to state for the record
i did everything that i could do
i’m not saying  that i’m a saint
i just don’t want to live that way
no, i will never be a saint
but i will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
i’m not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you might find you’re starving
and eating all of the words you said