Rising.

I got caught in a storm

And carried away

I got turned, turned around

I got caught in a storm

That's what happened to me

So, I didn't call

And you didn't see me, for a while

I was rising up

Hitting the ground

And breaking

And breaking...

I got caught in a storm

Things were flying around

Doors were slamming

And windows were breaking

And I couldn't hear what you were saying

I couldn't hear what you were saying

I couldn't hear what you were saying...

I was rising up

Hitting the ground

And breaking

And breaking...

Rising up

Rising up.

Click.

The veredict.

June 6th:

There are a couple of things any Tori Amos fan worth their salt should know when talking about her:

Tori Amos loves Tori Amos.

Tori Amos is too damn talented for her own good.

Tori Amos is unconfortable with her appearence, and has been for years before the "touch up".

Yes, her plastic surgery affected me, in a way, on a personal level. I always saw the woman as one with steel integrity - idolized her to no end. But Myra Ellen Amos is just another human being, with insecurities, fears, flaws, lies and truths about her. I realize, though, that Tori Amos, the person, has never really interested me in the least - at some point I found her personal life interesting; I too once thought her as one with superior intellect - but let's face it, there is more paranoia and shallowness to this woman than there is authenticity and sincerity. Her political views are misinformed, paranoid and often times plain stupid.

Having said that, I know I should be focusing on the Tori Amos she gives more freely (freer for cunts that download and never buy): the musician- but it's quite difficult when Mrs. I-have-so-much-money-I'll-throw-it-at-your-face-every-chance-I-get talks about couture, travelling, how much her living costs and how much Husband™ spends on recording equipment channelled in a Parish-Hilton-wannabe vibe, then talks about how Give is about the recession and how terrible it is. It's like having a recently laid off friend over for dinner and showing them how much you just spent on a 32" plasma screen.

June 30th:

So evidently I decided one month wasn't enough time with this album.

In a world obsessed with small lighters and big cocks, Abnormally Attracted to Sin comes for the one who likes to pretend to be sexually sophisticated (come on, nothing sophisticated about the Fuck Me eyes, or a rim job, or a rim job breath) - an album that requires avoiding, at all cost, what Tori Amos has to say about.

All the poppycock and prevaticating really do prevent one from enjoying the album for what it is: a lust-enameled, luxurious fun gem that is very out there (the title track is lush); an album that makes her happy, seemingly. To expect her to write Boys for Pele part deux (not musically, but in the inspirational, progressive sense) 14 years later is just delusional - she is not the same person she was back then, and probably it's best for her own sake.

I like the fact that the lack of musical structure (Police Me, Welcome to England, Starling) is back on the game but, as a whole, it's still missing the way her former albums (namely, her first 5) used to coalesce into a huge pile of flawless genius.

While I enjoy the album greatly and still think it's a big step in the right direction from the last two albums, and the production is mostly flawless, I am a bit saddened she doesn't think of the piano, which initially brought me to her 11 years ago, as the main instrument- it's so buried in the mix you can barely tell it's there - however, thank jeebus for stealing music from the internet, coz I found solo versions of Fire to Your Plain and Lady in Blue (2009 05 28, some radio show) that tell me she's still got it. These are breathtaking and beautiful, download them!

Why doesn't she fuck that piano in the studio like she does live will always be a mystery to me- the mind boggles when you get to hear the two Tori Amos that are there: not Pip, not Santa nor Jabba the Hut - Tori Amos, the snobbish cunt who believes the goverment is after her, and Tori Amos who cares about nothing but her piano.

When she loses all relevance (within the next 5 years? You know her albums sales have dropped, significantly) and no one cares about pseudo-pomo alt electronic-acoustic music maybe she'll release an album where the piano matters again? Let us hope so, because as much as I love to hate her wrongheaded decisions, I know I will follow her until she stops making music.

Loving the album (and that amazing djembé in Flavor) for what it is and not hating it for what it's not.

Personal final tracklist:

Give

Welcome to England

Fire yo Your Plain

Police Me

Abnormally Attracted to Sin

Flavor

Strong Black Wine

That Guy

Curtain Call

Lady in Blue

I think the album flows perfectly like this.

Oh, and...

Mary Jane (The Lost Visualette).

Tori Amos - Abnormally Attracted to Sin part 5.

Finally got my dirty paws on the full-lenght of the album (see previous entry) and I must say I find myself eating crow meat as it didn't suck half as much as I kind of expected it to.

This is how it'll work: I'll type in a first-impression review of sorts and I'll make it a compromise to come back in a month's time and post a different review. Why? Because this album is a grower, which is perfectly OK in my book. Both The Beekeeper and American Doll Posse were instant love for me, which of course worn out 48 hours later as I realized those albums were Tori by numbers and not at all inspired - the production sucked major donkey balls and the lyrics were belligerently brain-dead. Not to mention Mark's guitar playing skills (or lack thereof) were as depressing as seeing Katy Perry breathing.

I'll not talk about those dreadful visualettes (I downloaded 8 of them few days ago but couldn't be arsed to play them so I didn't hear those songs back then). I'll just pretend they never happened as I did with the The Beekeeper seed packet.

Give - Soo before the sun, before the sun beings to rise... Must admit that, even after being disappointed this track isn't original-sounding by any means, I had a soft spot for it. Especially since her vocal delivery is very strong, very vampiresque, as is the song itself. I really like the ambient-y sound of it, very Venus, if you ask me...and I like how the hiss-y/windy sound towards the end melts into Welcome to England. The piano is kind of bitchy. I can use bitchy piano. Concise, tight - not dragged-out (see: A Sorta Fairytale). Leaves me begging for more. Great album opener. Edit - Oh, OK. "Some whose give twists itself to take". 

Welcome to England - She recently said in an interview she had a hard time finding her place in England - and if I'm not remembering incorrectly, how she felt inadequate in her husband's social circles. Cars and Guitars could've made a really, really interesting song about this. It's evident she'd been struggling with this even before or around the time The Beekeeper came out (too obvious - Tori is into cars and Mark, well, he...seems to enjoy the guitar, even if in an amateurish fashion). 

I believe this song is her way of telling him, "you know, I got fucked over with all the taxes and the weather here is horrid but I'll just get over it. You are a dummy but you have a nice cock". Though I believe Tori's 12-inch cock may be veinier. This song is pretty innocuous - I like the synths and the second verse is fierce. The piano is also there, and that makes me happy. Too radio-friendly for my taste, but I do enjoy it. THANK YOU, TORI AMOS, FOR BRINGING THE BRIDGES BACK INTO YOUR MUSIC. 

Strong Black Vine - Dear me. I do like the strings. I think this song is Classic Cunty Tori™ - but for some reason it reminds me a lot of that P. Diddy song he recorded for the movie Godzilla. I can also see recycled lyrics/ from American Doll Posse here (Body and Soul) - I'll have to spend more time with this one to decide whether I love or loathe it.

Flavor - Well, well - This is, so far and by far, my favorite song on the thing. First time Tori's music gives me goosebumps since . . . Sweet Sangria? Her voice sounds very Massive Attack-y - I am blown away by the production. You must pick a side - will you choose fear? Will you choose love? - Very pertinent for me at this time. The beat is dreamy. This is one I think I'll love for years to come. I can't get over how good her voice sounds. How very unexpected. Piano. Finally, again, you can actually hear the damn piano.

Not Dying Today - Bwahaha! Dolphin Song's ugly, stumpy, unwed, middle-aged, pimply lonely aunt.

Maybe California - I don't know whether this song is about instrospection for her or just something she felt in the mood for writing. She's been married 11 years - somewhere along the way she must've felt like she made a huge mistake. Sounds very sad - too bad it's really freaking boring. Wish she had dumped the drums and just kept the strings.

Curtain Call - Heard this one a few days ago - The guitar is not all that offensive. I know this song is very well-done and pretty and has nice lyrics, but it just hasn't grabbed me. 

Fire to Your Plain - Madonna will sue you for stealing this track from her Bedtime Stories demo repertoire. I like the synths - too 90s. I'll make you a mix CD (or DVD or Bluray Disc) with songs that were released from 2001 onwards, dear.

Police Me - Yeah. No. 

That Guy - Didn't expect this song to be this good after reading the lyrics. Its feeling (vocals) is a bit choirgirl-y, I think. The strings are just perfection here. Mr. Shenale, is still as good as ever.

Abnormally Attracted to Sin - Had heard this one a few days ago - Wasn't sure it was picadillo she was talking about but . . . looks like she is. Very spacey, I like the bits in the background, especially since I can't make out what they are.

500 Miles - Even saying how much this song sucks is kind. Not Dying Today takes the cake, though.

Mary Jane - Bit like Regina Spektor's Baby Jesus or your own Velvet Revolution. Mary, Mary's of the Seas, Mary Jane - what's gonna be on the next album, Mary Magdalene? Cute song. Could've been a b-side.

Starling - Great start. I like that war-like beat in the background - You actually did try different sounds with this album - kudos to you. What? Wow. What's with the bridge? A bit odd. This album is indeed a bit stranger than I thought it'd be. Is this song about you being tired of what you do? The end is odd. Does this song fade out onto another and where is it? Very nice song - it'¡s all out there.

Fast Horse - Sounds like an ADP outtake. Does it eventually go somewhere? Make it stop?

Ophelia - Very nice piano. Relaxed vocals. Domestic violence?

Lady in Blue - Can't help but think she is the lady in blue (if I am not misremembering, she wore blue in her wedding). She has some blue references in older songs (Black-Dove, Never Seen Blue, et al). So you do have regrets, Tori, after all? Very nicely layered vocals.  This is actually much better than the live version. Can't wrap my mind around the need of the drums and bass on this track. It starts very beautifully and not forced. Very, very beautiful first 4 and a half minutes. Algthough I must say I do like the epic sound the band adds. Great album closer. First epic track since I Can't See New York. We'll see you in a month, Lady in Blue.

By no means the best album of the year (Patrick Wolf, anyone?). It is the right step from ADP and TBK, though, I feel. She needs to edit her albums better.

Select the songs that make more sense to you, woman. Donate Maybe Californias and Not Dying Todays to some charities or something. I believe, sadly, that even if everyone screamed from the rooftops that this is what you should do, you'll never do it. Who in the name of jeebus told you, woman, that singles are of no use anymore? Must've been than stupid husband of yours. Indie artists that sell 1/45826 of what you do have singles. With b-sides. Shock. Breathe. Think.

The lenght and the lazy, uninspiured songs are my bitch with this album. Overall, you did an excellent job, Tori Amos.

Today, my Abnormally Attracted to Sin sounds as follows:

Give

Welcome to England

Flavor

Curtain Call

That Guy

Abnormally Attracted to Sin

Starling

Ophelia

Lady in Blue

Bonus track (on special DVD with a 5.1 surround mix of the album thrown in there-hahahaha-):

Mary Jane.

10 tracks, Tori, not too difficult.

As of today, 7 out of 10 stars.

Give 'em a religion, baby.

Abnormally Attracted to Sin.

Maybe California, Give and Curtain Call.

Well, I gotta admit that I am quite amazed by Give, especially by the way it ends. Sounds slightly like a Portishead rip-off, which is not necessarily a bad thing, except Portishead did it first, many years ago.

I am not yet sure about Curtain Call...at least you can actually hear the goddammned piano in it!

The visualette for Give is not at all offensive, not like Maybe California's, I gotta say!

Maybe California was released today in its entirety by Tori "herself". I've yet to decide how I feel about this one. I think they could've done so much more with the strings.

So that makes:

1. Welcome to England
   
2. Fire to Your Plain
   
3. 500 Miles
   
4. Maybe California
   
5. Give
   
6. Curtain Call
   

Looking forward to Lady in Blue and Mary Jane!

*Give and Curtain Call ripped from an online video streaming. Maybe California is CD-quality.

Click.

All set.

I play the violin on the streets for a living. My cat, Seattle, loves to watch me practise. I tried to play a song by Patrick Wolf today, but I haven't practised it enough.

At random times, I leave my house at dawn; I look for people whose will to live is almost non-existent. Last thursday, I ran into a guy who was just leaving a bar. He approached me, in fact; I seduced him with my thick voice, took him to a $4/pernight hotel room, had him undress. 

I always carry my violin with me, it helps me stay focused. 

I turned the lights off, opened my violin case, took out a knife.

I stabbed Enrique (that's the name he gave me- I didn't feel like doubting him), right through his vocal cords - I would probably grow very irritated if he started screaming- so that's what I always do first, aim for the cords.

He was mostly drunk, possibly doped, but I could see the shock on his face. I could also see the pain in his eyes- I do not enjoy that part, ever.

When I pulled the knife, I could feel a crackle on my side of it. It gave me chills.

I put my finger in his wound so he would chill out a little. He tried to beg, but couldn't.

Then I grabbed his arm, and started to peel his skin off with my knife. I must admit I do enjoy the feeling of skin being "unstuck" from the bones. It makes me feel alive, inspires me to write songs and the thrill just has no comparison.

He is still alive, just disoriented. I throw him on the bed, stomach up, and then start to peel his skin off his chest. The thrill is usually less or equal, when I am taking guts out. I do not enjoy the smell, but I have to get through the whole thing. Lucky for me I found Enrique with an almost empty stomach.

I have no interest in checking out his willy. It's probably ugly and surely smells like Miguel's poop.

Finally, I felt my way through his heart. I wonder, as I look at him in the eye, and while he's breathing his last breath, if this heart belongs (belonged?) to someone. I wonder if the reason he was drunk and miserable is a reflection of his heart being broken. Either way, I cut it out, and put it in the trash can, along with the broken condoms and toilet paper. Broken condoms keeping company to a broken heart. Almost metaphorical.

I shower, put on my clothes, wash my knife, put it back in my case, then leave the room. I like to think I did Enrique a favor.

Actually, I don't play music for a living, I live for playing music.

My wife and I had the having-kids conversation again yesterday. She refuses to believe my income is good enough for this.

My wife, she has long, black hair. She is a gorgeous woman.

I don't love her, but we share many things in common.

I might as well find me a dreamer.

A Woman a Man Walked By.

Even if my life depended on it, I wouldn't be able to write a good review for an album, ever. But I am going to try, anyway.

P J Harvey & John Parish - A Woman a Man Walked By.

(Damn. I just realised P J's expression is the same as the chicken's!)

1. "Black Hearted Love" – 4:40 - First single. The lyrics are quite suggestive in that do-me-anally kind of way. Makes sense that her voice is very sexy in this one. The video is just OK (she looks simply gorgeous and vibrant, though!), but who even bothers to make music videos anymore? Guitars!
   
2. "Sixteen, Fifteen, Fourteen" – 3:35 - Shit!! -Not the song, just an expression- Love the barking!! This one, at first listen, reminded me of Driving. As the timer walks on, the listener erases first chrod impressions and is strangely reminded of The Sky Lit Up (especially towards the chorus) - As the chorus kicks in, you find yourself jumping around to it (if that's your thing, that is). Erikaahh!!!! There is no laughter in the garden - spooky-perfect for one of those blackout nights. What? Those are only for latinamericans?
   
3. "Leaving California" – 3:56 - Take that, Welcome to England! This one shows us what she's learned from White Chalk (which I absolutely adore), and matured since Is This Desire? (personal life-long favorite), haunting vocals! How could I believe that I could live and breathe in you? - haha! What is that instrument being used towards the end? Gorgeous. 8) - For some reason, it reminds me of Daddy, only it's actually quite different.
   
4. "The Chair" – 2:29 - If you were looking for something that is unlike anything she's done, this is it. Strident and hard, which we know she can do very well! I definitely need more time with this one. Might be the hardest to listen to.
   
5. "April" – 4:41 - Is That All These Is?'s bitter, old, unmarried, catraising sister. AWAMWB's Hulga, if you will. Need I say more? Beautiful!
   
6. "A Woman a Man Walked By / The Crow Knows Where All the Little Children Go" – 4:47 - Ho.ly.Shit. I still can totally see Flannery's influence in P J's lyrical skills. This one not only's got P J rocking, versatile vocals, it also has that taking-the-piss kind of humor, which P J has mastered. Hilarious and great when you want to freak your friends out. The "The Crow Knows..." instrumental is stunning. Definitely takes you off the I-want-to-bite-your-fucking-head-off vibe from "A Woman a Man" right into that "pass me my margarita, Felipe!" kind of soothing afternoon feeling.  I wasn't expecting something this great on the album, quite frankly.
   
7. "The Soldier" – 3:55 - Very beautiful lyrics- I am suspecting this was an actual dream she had. It sounds like it could've been a b-side from the White Chalk era. Who knows, maybe it is! There was no new material in the White Chalk b-sides, only songs writen/recorded in the early 90s, before she even was famous. The piano during the chorus is mesmerizing. What else is there, a synt? If I were to choose the weakest track on the album, though, this would be it.
   
8. "Pig Will Not*" – 3:50 - Now this is a Hot Mess™ (unlike 500 Miles - that's just a sad mess); I love the barking/screaming- The piano towards the end, with the rocky instrumental in the background, just makes me want to grab a joint and smoke the shit out of it. Or do it while I press "repeat", or do both over and over until I pass out. This one, even when having that RAW feel to it, shows how much both John and Polly have matured, musically. 
   
9. "Passionless, Pointless" – 4:19 - This is the slowest song on the album, I've mixed feelings about this one. On one hand, it's very dark, on the other...I'll just have to get back to this one later on.
   
10. "Cracks in the Canvas" – 1:54 - I think it's the perfect album closer. The backing vocals remind me of the Is This Desire? days, which is good. Especially since this song reminds me of Nina In Ecstasy. There is despair, doubt and fear in the lyrics, yet, the song sounds reassuring; it makes you feel like there is more to music than instruments and lyrics. "Life is about pictures, look at the biggest one", it tells me.
    

I'm giving this album 984.7 out of 1,000. Not over-produced, not under-produced. Not dated.

Thank you, Polly and John, for fucking like animals while making this album, and for being and staying cool. And for keeping on making wear-me-out music. Just what the world needs! More babies,  guns and music from you! <3

Now, where are the b-sides? April 6th can't come fast enough!

Full lyrics (transcribed by me, so there might be some mistakes in them):

Click <--- Still working on these -help appreciated!-

*Pig Will Not inspired by Charles Baudelaire's poem Le Rebelle**:

Falling abruptly like a bird of prey from the sky, 

A furious angel seizes the sinner by his hair 

And says, "I will teach you to behave, do you hear me? I 

Am your good spirit!" And shakes him angrily in the air.

"I will teach you to be kind — to love, without making a face, 

The poor, the deformed, the depraved, the uncivil, the dirty, the dumb 

That you may help with your charity to prepare a place 

Here upon earth for Jesus when he is ready to come.

"Such is true love — the only virtue that exists,

The only happiness that endures. Take heed, before

Your heart is completely petrified and your senses rot."

And pounding upon his victim with his colossal fists 

In love and in fury, the angel cannot cease to implore — 

Nor the accursèd one to answer: "I will not!"

**Translation by George Dillon from Flowers of Evil (NY: Harper and Brothers, 1936)

OK. There ya have it. I know that, if I were a journalist, I would be one of those "Tori Amos? The poor man's Kate Bush?" type of lazy journalists, but at least I didn't use the word "nice". Credit where is due!

Allimamashte.

Tori Amos - Abnormally Attracted to Shit.

Dear Tori Amos,

I get that your daughter brought you a lot of joy; I get that you are a cunt and that's why all talented people who at some point worked with you (Palmano, Caton, Aucoin --- ok, that was not your fault, but still) are gone because of your cuntiness; I get that your husband feels emasculated (I mean, why the fuck else would you let him ruin songs like Amber Waves, Almost Rosey, et al with his obnoxious, uninspired, untalented guitar playing?); I get that you're free to do whatever you want with your music; I know that Atlantic and Sony are huge companies that sell music, not create it; I get that you've never felt attractive and that's why you got those godawful plastic surgeries you didn't need - but I don't get 500 Miles. Especially not now that you have "complete creativity freedom".

Tori's people - grow some balls and tell her "Fire to Your Plain" was already done by Madonna in 1994!

Why would the woman who wrote "Purple People", "i i e e e", "Doughnut Song" write, play and RELEASE something like "500 Miles"?

If you're uninspired, go be uninspired somewhere else. Get the fuck out! Retire with dignity! Protect your legacy! You have reached a whole new low of suck. Impressive!

For those with a sense of humor (needed to play this song):

Edited.

(Thanks to Phill from the Hub for the song).

Alanis Morissette in Guadalajara.

I got into Alanis back in 1995, when she was promoting Jagged Little Pill (well, who didn't?). I was 11 at the time (shit!), and remember thinking both You Learn and You Oughta Know were the best songs/videos I had ever seen. I still think the video for YOK is amazing- it captures the feeling of the song.

Later on I was the only one left of my friends who kept listening to her, then Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie came -becoming, to date, my favorite Alanis album-, and I was completely awed.

Moratorium was my favorite song of last night - the performance seemed quite honest (unlike many of the rest).

Highlights bolded.

The Couch 1

Uninvited

Versions of Violence

All I Really Want

The Couch 2

Not As We

No the Doctor

Head Over Feet

The Couch 3

Sympathetic Character

Flinch

Moratorium

You Oughta Know

Tapes

Hand in my Pocket

Everything

So Pure

You Learn

Ironic

Thank U

Thank you, Alanis, for such great experience. I thought the concert was overall excellent, though I was secretly expecting you to sing The Guy Who Leaves or, you know, Citizen of the Planet. Hand in my Pocket is such a great song, but I never liked any past-1997 live version of it. When you sung this one I thought you were about to have some sort of crib death, and then came Everything. No, Alanis, no. But you're forgiven because last night was the last show of the tour, if I recall correctly, so you must've been completely exhausted. At some point I also felt like giving you a sandwich.

Silicone party barbies to the left.

Finalmente me siento un poco de humor para hablar de mi viaje a Puerto Vallarta (PV para acortar).

Robb Levinsky, de Kenwood Properties, me ofreció un trabajo en PV y me invitó a su casa, Hacienda Elena, para conocer al staff y ver si me gustaba o no trabajar para él. 

Llegué el miércoles 14 de Enero y me regresé el siguiente. Tuve el placer y el honor de conocer a algunos de sus amigos, entre ellos destacó una mujer llamada Linda - una mujer, calculo que en sus 60s tempranos, con una maestría en inglés y un gran sentido del humor. Me cayó super bien -y esto me recuerda que no le he escrito-. 

Para no hacerla larga, el trabajo parece relativamente sencillo y parece que bien pagado, pero éste incluye moverme a PV, lo que nos lleva al siguente punto:

No me gustó Puerto Vallarta.

La parte turística está llena de mexicanos chupa culos y muy sangrones (y, aparentemente, ninguno es buen cocinero). Entiendo perfectamente que es un lugar turístico pero, um, yo también llevaba dinero, e iba a pagar lo que consumía. Si por ser mexicano y moreno no tengo la atención del mesero, posiblemente más moreno que yo, entonces no me interesa estar en tu restaurante. Y no tomen mi palabra en esto - escuché un par de historias parecidas de personas que han vivido toda su vida en PV. Pocas las personas mexicanas amables.

La parte que no es turística: olvidada por el gobierno, casi como cualquier otra ciudad de México.

Lo que sí ví en PV es que es un lugar para casi todos - hay lugares con precios accesibles y ambientes muy variados. En una ocasión fuimos a un bar/café llamado Garbos, donde tocan jazz en vivo y algo de piano. Muy, muy agradable el ambiente (Guadalajara, si me estás leyendo, quiero que sepas que un lugar gay no equivale a jotitas drogadas, semi-desnudas mounstreando a diestra y siniestra).

Aunque PV tiene también su porción de jotillas asquerosas locales, posiblemente más asquerosas que la clásica Caudillera (características principales de una Caudillera: obvio, no sale de El Caudillos -ah, eso cuenta por dos adjetivos-, aspecto albañilezco, mal gusto para vestir, zapato blanco, un caminado muy "colorido" (y que no abra la boca), brinca al ritmo de No Rompas Más y de ahí se pasa, brincando, a Umbrella (DJ Perro Aguayo club extended remix)) de aquí. Y ni qué decir de las tarimeras...ni quien las pueda salvar de sí mismas. 8(

A diferencia de lo que decía mi papá, la playa de Vallarta sí es muy bonita - por lo menos las partes que yo ví.

El trabajo parece permitir estar en Guadalajara e ir a PV de vez en cuando -ojalá que así sea, porque mudarme no es una opción.

Hablando de botox y antes de irme a dormir, quiero compartir con ustedes Los Estragos de la Cirugía Plástica. Nuestra modelo no oficial es nada más y nada menos que la multifacética (literalmente) Tori Amos.

La primera foto fue tomada recientemente. Es original, sólo quité la cara de la persona que estaba a un lado de ella. En comparación con la segunda, tomada hace unos 3 o 4 años, pues, cómo les digo - ahí sí tenía cara de humano aún. Ahora tiene cara de persona que pasó por el bisturí, y no quiso pagar mucho. 

Querida Tori Amos,

En 2009, cuando saques tu próximo disco, hagas la música para The Light Princess, saques el DVD de la gira de American Doll Posse, así como los Boots que no salieron el año pasado, sólo recuerda que a los que en realidad nos interesa tu música, no nos interesa tu apariencia. Si comento sobre tu apariencia es porque me parece un poco triste que una persona con un talento desmedido como tú, con un mensaje completamente diferente al que estás dando con tu apariencia nueva, trate de airbrushear y photoshopear su música también, la cual antes le salía con una naturalidad sin comparación. Ahora está retocada y es pomposa, así como tu cara. El cambio o tormento emocional por el que pasas en este momento se ve y se oye; la calidad de tu música actual es similar a la calidad de la cirugía que te hiciste. Eras una mujer extremadamente atractiva, lo cual me hace preguntarme aún más, "¿por qué?". Posiblemente si en lugar de verte como alguien que "se ha operado", te vieras como alguien "más jóven", no me importaría tanto.

Oh, well.

En otras noticias, hoy, después de algún tiempo, estuve sonriendo por dentro un par de horas, y ocasionalmente por fuera también. :) Gracias...

*I do not claim credit for the pictures nor the photoshop job done to them.

A Man A Woman Walked By

Polly Jean Harvey, better known as P J Harvey and long-time collaborator and rumoured ex John Parish are releasing a second album together called A Man A Woman Walked By, follow-up of their 1996 effort Dance Hall at Louse Point on March 30th, 2009. 

The track list is as follows:

1. Black Hearted Love 5:38
   
2. Sixteen, Fifteen, Fourteen 4:17
   
3. Leaving California 6:42
   
4. The Chair 4:12
   
5. April 5:03
   
6. A Woman a Man Walked By / The Crow Knows Where All the Little Children Go 8:58
   
7. The Soldier 2:46
   
8. Pig Will Not 4:04
   
9. Passionless, Pointless 5:31
   
10. Cracks in the Canvas 6:54
    

Here are some promo shots:

P J Harvey, as always, looking utterly stunning!

• Polly Jean Harvey - Lyrics and vocals
  
• John Parish - Guitars, backing vocals
  
• Eric Drew Feldman - Keyboards
  
• Carla Azar - Drums
  
• Giovanni Ferrario - Bass
  
• Jean-Marc Butty - Drums
  

European tour information can be found at:

http://www.lucidnewmedia.co.uk/clients/pjharvey/news.asp?newsid=834&year=2009

March 30th can't come fast enough!