From: owner-precious-things-digest@smoe.org (precious-things-digest) To: precious-things-digest@smoe.org Subject: precious-things-digest V10 #26 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 Friday, February 11 2005 Volume 10 : Number 026 Today's Subjects: ----------------- rolling stone beekeeper review [jeff albertson ] Re: rolling stone beekeeper review [ChaseTornadoes@aol.com] Yayness! ["Dylan Jay Smith" ] RE: Yayness! ["Pete Lambert" ] guardian article [jeff albertson ] Re: Yayness! [Amanda Bradley ] Re: guardian article ["Lisa Zwick" ] First 300 ppl to buy the cd? ["Lisa Zwick" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 15:57:40 -0500 From: jeff albertson Subject: rolling stone beekeeper review Tori Amos The Beekeeper Originally released: 2005 Epic Records Amos mixes a little honey into her oblique songs, with uneven results * * * [three stars] Tori Amos suffers from the same affliction as Prince and other freakishly talented musicians: Too smart and too foolish to take direction, she overreaches and ends up making music that's too abstract and oblique. On her eighth album, she does something much less expected: She squanders her gifts on a bland record. At its worst, The Beekeeper suggests a female John Mayer or Jack Johnson. Many of these underwritten, underproduced tunes sound as if Amos could have composed them in the supermarket express lane. Her duet with Irish folk singer Damien Rice, "The Power of Orange Knickers," is surprisingly direct and catchy, but the arrangement is startlingly sterile and dull. Fortunately, Beekeeper rallies in the second half. The title track brings back the flattering electronic sounds we heard on 1998's From the Choirgirl Hotel, and "Original Sinsuality" hearkens back to the harrowing starkness of Little Earthquakes. The frustrating part: With some ruthless editing and remixing, this maddeningly uneven eighty-minute disc could have been her best in ages. BARRY WALTERS (Posted Feb 24, 2005) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 16:28:18 EST From: ChaseTornadoes@aol.com Subject: Re: rolling stone beekeeper review This review makes no sense...music critics are so retarded... ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 17:02:09 -0500 (EST) From: "Dylan Jay Smith" Subject: Yayness! Yay! I'm super excited everyone, I won a prop from the video shoot! I'm that Dylan Smith heheheheh *jumps up and down* ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 23:12:53 +0000 From: "Pete Lambert" Subject: RE: Yayness! >Yay! I'm super excited everyone, I won a prop from the video shoot! I'm >that Dylan Smith heheheheh *jumps up and down* Good for you! Any idea what it's going to be yet? Some bees, perhaps? Pete x change, my dear _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 20:36:54 -0500 From: jeff albertson Subject: guardian article Reasons to be tearful After spending years singing about her troubles, Tori Amos is blissfully happy. What's she going to obsess about now, asks Dorian Lynskey Friday February 11, 2005 The Guardian [Tori Amos] Complicated spirituality... Tori Amos. Photo: Sony Music Tori Amos tells a revealing story about her daughter Natashya coming home from school and asking her if she believes in God. "My instinct was to ask her, 'Do you mean the God behind the God?' " Amos recalls in Piece by Piece, the biography she has just written with music critic Ann Powers. "'And you know what I did? I said to myself, 'Jeez, T. Back off - she's only three and a half.'" That first instinct is the kind of thing most people expect from Tori Amos. Early in her career the singer-songwriter was labelled a fairy queen, and the cliche of a navel-gazing kook lingers in many minds. She is, after all, the woman who was once photographed for an album cover suckling a pig. But remember that self-administered slap on the wrist: "Jeez, T." A flaky moonchild wouldn't own her own studio and publishing company, or co-found a major charity (Rainn - the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network). Amos is tougher and more savvy than her reputation suggests. More glamorous, too. She glides into the room - immaculately attired in pink and grey, one long earring dangling like a silver icicle from her right ear, tangerine hair tumbling halfway down her back - and curls up on the sofa. A tray of tea and biscuits arrives, and Amos springs into action. "You're the British person so you should do it, but I'm the wife. I've been trained by my husband and my husband's mother. One for you, one for me, one for the pot," she recites, her soft, North Carolina purr briefly usurped by the spirit of Penelope Keith. "My mother-in-law will be pleased. We get on quite well. We're both Leos. Lionesses. They usually love each other or they want to kill each other. Do you want a cookie?" Amos, 41, has lived in Cornwall with her husband, sound engineer Mark Hawley, since 1998. The general assumption was that she would be sitting on a mist-shrouded clifftop at Tintagel, dreaming of Merlin. The reality is more prosaic. "The builders hang out at the house a lot because we're converting the barn into a residential studio. When we have a party all the builders are there and their kids are jumping around on the trampoline. I live in extremes. I go and play Radio City in New York for three nights and then I go home and there's Pearl next door telling me what's happening with the cows." Amos tends to think big, however. Her last few albums have all had grand concepts. On Strange Little Girls, she covered songs by male artists (Eminem, Slayer, Neil Young) from a woman's point of view. Scarlet's Walk was an American travelogue, researched by travelling through all 50 states. Her best-of collection, Tales of a Librarian, categorised songs according to the Dewey decimal system. And now comes The Beekeeper, her eighth studio album. This has a concept, too, but it's a slippery one: something to do with Cornwall, nature, Christianity, the war in Iraq and the gospel of Mary Magdalene. At the end of her long and winding explanation, I'm none the wiser. When Amos talks, it sometimes seems as if she's composing a literary dissertation on her own life, picking out themes, tying together characters, analysing archetypes, suggesting further reading. While supposedly answering a question about her mother, she segues into an animated discourse on the Gnostic gospels. Jeez, T. She was born Myra Ellen Amos in North Carolina in 1963. Her mother was a Cherokee Indian whose ancestors lost their land in the 1830s. Her father was a preacher with designs on becoming the next Billy Graham. "I've got both sides - the conquered and the conqueror," she says, sliding off the sofa to sit cross-legged on the floor. "With the election going on and this whole religious power structure going on there, I was hearing a lot of Biblical references. The minister in me, the daughter of a preacher man, said, 'I've been dormant for a few years and I need to redress that.' I'm a daughter of the Christian church, for good or ill. No matter what, you can't get away from how you were reared. I don't align myself with any religion but it's a part of my vocabulary." Amos's attitude to spirituality is complicated. She has said before that if Jesus were around today he wouldn't be a member of the Christian church, but rather than give Christianity up, she has developed her own, feminist interpretation, hence her obsession with Mary Magdalene. The villain of the piece is her paternal grandmother, a fire-and-brimstone type whom Amos calls the Shame Inducer. "She would say you turn your body over to your husband and you turn your soul over to God. And you're like, OK what do I get? Nothing." When Amos entered the elite Peabody Conservatory at the age of five, her father hoped Myra Ellen would become a composer of religious songs. Obviously it didn't quite work out like that. Over dinner one night a few years ago, he told his daughter how hurt he was by a song called Father Lucifer, but Amos cheerfully assured him it actually referred to the time she took the psychedelic Amazonian root ayuhuasca and had "a sexual/spiritual experience with a creature named Lucifer". That must have been an interesting dinner. These days all is well between them. "My dad is a pro," she says proudly. "He'd go up to Atlantic Records with his Bible in his hand and read passages and say, 'You're cheating my daughter.' And they were!" Amos had a bumpy few years at the start of her career. When Atlantic tried to impose its choice of producer halfway through recording 1994's Under the Pink, she threatened to burn the tapes. "The record business hierarchy is about control," she says. "When people smell success they start to mistrust your ability to make decisions. They want to bring in other producers who know how to sculpt you. This reminded me very much of God - this idea of you will do what I want you to do. I didn't want to be sculpted because I'd walked down that road with my family." The dark, stubbornly uncommercial follow-up, Boys for Pele, emerged from the break-up of a seven-year relationship, a series of affairs with men she calls "baby demons", and that hallucinatory encounter with Lucifer. Even after she married Hawley, her long-time engineer and friend and a man so limelight-averse that the only picture of him in Piece by Piece shows the back of his head, she was not out of the woods. She suffered three miscarriages, which cast a long shadow across her next record, From the Choirgirl Hotel. Since Natashya was born in 2000, however, Amos's albums have focused on storytelling rather than autobiography. "If I'm honest I find myself in the songs, but I play that one pretty close to my chest, even with my husband. He'll tell you we don't talk about what the songs are." This must make life easier. The centrepiece of her first album was Me and a Gun, a harrowing account of the time, aged 22, when she was raped at gunpoint by an audience member to whom she'd offered a lift. She thought she might inspire other rape victims to discuss their experiences. She didn't imagine she was giving strangers carte blanche to raise the topic. "There was somebody in the media who brought it up when we were eating spaghetti," she says, emphasising the word as if the choice of pasta made it especially inappropriate. "Now I know why some artists pull back and become reclusive." Amos didn't take the hermit option. Despite initial comparisons to Kate Bush, the bend of her career more closely resembles that of Joni Mitchell: a burst of enormous mainstream success, settling into a stable, long-term pattern of regular recordings, healthy sales and sellout tours. She seems to have things worked out. So what went right? "I married the right man. If you draw the wrong people to you, fairweather friends, then when you have the darker days, which you will have, they won't be there. There were musicians in the early 1990s who made certain choices that in the end were not the right ones. I think I made good choices." * The Beekeeper is out on Epic on February 21 * Send any comments or feedback about this article to friday.review@guardian.co.uk ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 18:31:49 -0800 (PST) From: Amanda Bradley Subject: Re: Yayness! Dylan Jay Smith wrote: >>Yay! I'm super excited everyone, I won a prop from the video shoot! I'm that Dylan Smith heheheheh *jumps up and down*<< Well Dylan, I am very happy for you! I'd be jumping up and down, too. Please tell us all what it is when you find out what you'll get. When I heard about the contest I was very curious as to what exactly would be given out as props. What did they say to you when you found out? And how long will it be until you get it? Again, congratulations!! You know what, you should take a picture and post it to us all when you get it!! Peace Out, Amanda ~~She's a girl out working her Trade/and she loses a little each day/to ghetto pimps and presidents/who try and arouse her turquoise serpents~ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 23:19:32 -0500 From: "Lisa Zwick" Subject: Re: guardian article Wow - I didn't know it was an audience member that raped her. That just makes it 1000 times worse! (Yeah, I know...how can I call myself a fan and not know these things?) Her book should be an interesting read. Btw...those 30 sec clips on her site sound pretty good! I didn't plan on listening to any of the album yet b/c I wanted it all to be new together, but the songs kind of ambushed me on the site and once they started I wasn't gonna stop it. - -Lisa - ------ > Since Natashya was born in 2000, however, Amos's albums have focused on > storytelling rather than autobiography. "If I'm honest I find myself in > the songs, but I play that one pretty close to my chest, even with my > husband. He'll tell you we don't talk about what the songs are." This > must make life easier. The centrepiece of her first album was Me and a > Gun, a harrowing account of the time, aged 22, when she was raped at > gunpoint by an audience member to whom she'd offered a lift. She > thought she might inspire other rape victims to discuss their > experiences. She didn't imagine she was giving strangers carte blanche > to raise the topic. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 23:31:25 -0500 From: "Lisa Zwick" Subject: First 300 ppl to buy the cd? On the official site, they say that she'll be signing at B&N on the 23rd - but it sounds like only the first 300 ppl who bought the cd will be able to go to this? Is it just me or is that really unclear? I would have to rush like crazy from school for this...so I'd like to know if it's open to everyone or not. I was also hoping that she'd be signing at the 92nd St Y...anyone know if she will be? - -Lisa - ----------- sunday afternoon there was laughter in the air everybody had a kite and they were flying everywhere and all the trouble went away and it wasn't just a dream all the trouble went away and it wasn't just a dream ~Patty Griffin, "Kite" ------------------------------ End of precious-things-digest V10 #26 *************************************