Tori Amos. Just the mention of her name sends my mind back to that heavenly night on
December 2, 1998. Seeing this piano goddess in concert showed me how wonderful and grand
one woman can be and convinced me that I could do anything.
I remember when I first heard the announcement on the radio. Her latest single, "Spark",
floated to my ears over my brother's senseless chatter. I immeaditilly told him to stop and twirled
the volume knob to the notch. I grabbed my geometry paper and scribbled down the date, cost,
etc. As soon as I got home, I changed my clothes and met up with Erin Gendron, the girl who
introduced me to Tori's really deep thoughts. She and I started a "bliss trip" that was better as
lasted longer than any drug known to man.
We bought our tickets and incorporated anything Tori Amos into our everyday lives and
everyone else we met. Our planners were outdone in gold and silver pens with song lyrics and
quotes from any interview. We spent hours discussing her albums and songs. Tori Amos has
never written a song without any metaphors or hidden meanings. Exchanging websites and email
became a common event ( I received over 150 newsletters, etc. in 1 month).
The big day finally arrived. That day, I could hardly sit still. I received many the strange
looks from my teachers and fellow classmates. In the halls, I burst into her songs and felt this
great feeling rush, knowing that I was going to see my idol. As I sat in geometry class, I felt my
hands start to shake. It felt to good to be true. I wanted to run down to the office and announce
that I was the happiest person in the world.
Finally we were excused and Erin and I flew to her house. Electricity crackled in the air as
we giggled and squirmed as we got ready. Our energy was outstanding, considering we had four
hours of sleep combined. We barely made out the door in order to c...