Tradition

This Saturday, September 17th, at exactly 8 PM I will be sitting in a seat so feet from the stage at the Greek. I will be crawling in my own skin, eager and implacable. I will chatter my teeth, stomp my feet, worry my stomach into knots.

All for tradition. All for memory. All for the end of yet another growing season.

I love this time.

Expecting something magical and fearing a loss of wonder.

I've said this too many time to count, but it is always true:

The experience of live art is one of the most precious things we can hope to have as humans.

Especially when it's Tori Amos.

And its the LAST FUCKING SHOW OF THE TOUR!

YEAH BABY!!!!!

I AM OBNOXIOUS!

Hello, It's me.....

Hello, it's me

I've thought about us for a long, long time

Maybe I think too much but something's wrong

There's something here that doesn't last too long

Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

Seeing you

Or seeing anything as much as I do you

I take for granted that you're always there

I take for granted that you just don't care

Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

It's important to me

That you know you are free

'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me

You know that I'd be with you if I could

I'll come around to see you once in a while

Or if I ever need a reason to smile

And spend the night if you think I should

It's important to me

That you know you are free

'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me

You know that I'd be with you if I could

I'll come around to see you once in a while

Or if I ever need a reason to smile

And spend the night if you think I should

Think of me...

Think of me....

Think of me

One of the top 100 of 1974.....

for a reason.