This is a much better trick than the one I’ve been using—which involves tossing a bunch of image files into a desktop folder and hoping they’ll transmogrify into thirty thousand or so words without any further effort on my part.
“'Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens,' she sang. 'Wipe my nose, get my new boots on.' If there is such a thing as love at first listen, I fell helplessly, hopelessly in love from that very first lyric. 'When you gonna make up your mind?' she asked me, accompanied by the gentlest, tenderest notes from a Bösendorfer piano. 'When you gonna love you as much as I do?' Maxx and Nick Patrick (a wrestling referee and our co-pilot for this particular road trip) had seen her play the song on Leno or Letterman and were interrupting my private concert to discuss her unusual piano-playing style. Apparently, the late-night appearance had created quite a visual memory for them. I didn't even know what she looked like. But I thought this was the most beautiful song I had ever heard.”—Wrestling legend Mick Foley explains how Tori Amos changed his life - Slate Magazine (Thanks for reminding the world of this, Stereogum.) (p.s. I love “Winter” a whole lot, too.)
“i’m sick and tired of whiny dudes eating salad while wearing girl jeans trying to talk to me about their motherfucking feelings. can we be done with that already? SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THAT SOFT SHIT. i eat broken glass for breakfast, son. i have the heart of a lion and it pumps lava through my veins. it is simply NOT POSSIBLE for me to have enjoyable sex with a dude in his little sister’s t-shirt who has shampoo blood and takes diet pills. i need some calloused hands against my backside, friends.”—bitches gotta eat: you need to stop fucking dudes who don’t read.