24 hours later and I’m still reeling. I got to see Tori Amos. Live. In concert. Last night. She was phenomenal, as I knew she would be. It was surreal; listening to someone’s music for years and watching every TV appearance does not even hold a candle to seeing them in person. It was overwhelming. (To understand why I sound so creepy at this point, please see post from Thursday, 09/01). She started out with a couple songs from her latest album, and my composure remained intact. But when I heard the opening notes for “Crucify”, it was all over. I lost it. I was sobbing like a 2 year-old girl. (sigh). I was one of those lunatic fans you see at concerts and you do the “cocked-eyebrow-out-of-the-corner-of-your-eye-look” and inch a little closer to your companion as you believe in safety in numbers. Her piano playing was brilliant; she would have one hand on her Bosendorfer piano and the other on a Hammond organ and sitting betwixt them would belt out her amazing lyrics with nary a falter. The girl can multitask. The most humorous part of the show was when she did a Tori-esque rendition of Anita Ward’s “Ring my Bell”. Even my husband (such a good sport! I love him for that…) couldn’t help but smile at that one. So amidst glasses of Riesling and Naiah and I melting into big puddles of fan-goo the night was absolutely fantastic. The men-folk did very well and enjoyed their merlot and shop-talk, though Bryan was more than a tad disappointed that Cornflake Girl was not in the lineup. So since I am a kick-ass wife I played it for him on the car ride home.
I think he is now officially Tori-ed out.
I will now sign off as I only got 4 hours of sleep last night and had to go into work at 6 am this morning with a minor hangover. I hereby call dibs on tickets for the next tour. (yet another sigh). Ah, she is my goddess.