From: owner-precious-things-digest@smoe.org (precious-things-digest) To: precious-things-digest@smoe.org Subject: precious-things-digest V9 #92 Reply-To: precious-things@smoe.org Sender: owner-precious-things-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-precious-things-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk X-To-Unsubscribe: Send mail to "precious-things-digest-request@smoe.org" X-To-Unsubscribe: with "unsubscribe" as the body. precious-things-digest Wednesday, August 25 2004 Volume 09 : Number 092 Today's Subjects: ----------------- dishpan hands ["T Taitt" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 09:53:39 -0400 From: "T Taitt" Subject: dishpan hands hi there amanda! first off, let me say how much i appreciate you taking the time to not only visit my site but go through it so thoroughly! and thanks so much for your comments on my tunes; that was really, really sweet of you. it seems kinda morose though that the only two songs you've heard of mine are the two that i wrote after people died... i promise that they're not all nearly so sad! re: the dishwasher story - i had someone else email me about it the other day, so i'm going to cut and paste the same response i sent him and just add to it a little. =) when i was a music business student back in 1995, my concert promotion teacher was rob bennett who was the head of universal concerts canada. i asked him if there were any volunteer opportunities for tori's upcoming show (it was the dew drop inn tour) and he got me a stint on her crew as a "catering assistant". excited me naively thought i'd be chopping vegetables and bringing tori her food. it was a thrill to be wearing a backstage pass and an official part of the crew. it turned out to be backbreaking work, sorting endless cartons of groceries and doing dishes for about 13 hours straight. i was standing over a slop sink about to cry (my back and shoulders were in so much pain and my legs felt like they were going to give out) when i looked up and tori was standing there in the corridor walking towards me. she smiled and said "hello, how are you?" i said "fine thank you", feeling so many emotions at that moment. part of me was overjoyed, part of me was sad because i'd met tori once before and realized that she had absolutely no memory of me (like she would), and part of me was inspired to one day be performing on the massey stage instead of washing dishes behind it. hopefully i'll get there... it was a gruelling but good experience. ironically, i soon took a break from school and ended up working for the massey hall box office for four years. i wrote tons of songs during my quiet shifts there, and always felt like tori and her lovely calm energy were there with me. peace&love, tanisha www.tanishataitt.ca ------------------------------ End of precious-things-digest V9 #92 ************************************