Oh Good, I'm Ten Pages Into Raise High The Roof Beam, Carpenters And Not Only Is The Narrator Promising
Oh good, I'm ten pages into Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and not only is the narrator promising to talk about Seymour's wedding, but it turns out that goofy Walt from Uncle Wiggliy in Connecticut was also a Glass. Poor dead Walt.
More Posts from Hallways
Oh God, up next is Tori Amos' Abnormally Attracted to Sin. I've tried to get into this one before and I just can't. Like, according to iTunes I've listened to the whole thing three times, but I don't remember anything except "Strong Black Vine." Which I like a lot, but it's only one track out of 17.
Okay I guess I remember "Give." Sonically this is a little more Choirgirl-y than anything on her last couple of albums, which is good because I think Choirgirl is my favorite Tori album. Maybe it isn't though, maybe it's Under the Pink. But then again Choirgirl was the first Tori album I heard, with all the attendant nostalgia that involves. It was recommended to me by fellow students in my high school drama class, which I guess is the traditional time and place for Tori Amos indoctrination.
Welcome to England continues that Tori tradition of ending the song by dropping out all the instrumentation and drawling the last word ponderously. I think she did that six times on Scarlet's Walk. I pointed it out to a friend in college who was way more into Tori than I was, and he got mad at me, because once you start listening for it, it's everywhere.
Now it's Webb Wilder's About Time, which was his first record after a billion years of not releasing any records. My father liked Webb Wilder in the nineties, when Webb was crossing over to mainstream radio and his sound was less country. The few scattered records he's released since then have been less commercial-sounding and more like his old records: country, roots rock, etc. My dad lost interest, but the same undiscriminating partiality that made me like all the music my dad liked when I was young has applied to Webb Wilder, too. I like pretty much everything he's ever put out; although, to go ahead and be a downer about it, this is my least favorite of his records. It's also the record I've spent the least time with, so I have a feeling with more exposure I'd probably grow to like it the same way I do the others.
My Tori-loving friend is awesome, he took a gap year trip to Europe by himself and hiked out in the unfamiliar English countryside looking for Tori's house. He also went to services at the L.A. Kabbalah Center a couple of times, mostly out of religious interest but also looking for Madonna. I still have the empty plastic bottle of holy Kabbalah water he brought back for me, although I don't remember if drinking it blessed me or anything. It might not've actually been holy water, maybe it was just enlightened or something.