ear with feet, part the second

i'm going to see tori amos at the pier 6 pavillion here in baltimore tonight, and i am dorkily excited. absurdly excited. excited like i'm pretending that her last (2) album(s) didn't totally suck. like her last (2) album(s) weren't a sick combination of sarah mclachlan and dido without any of the passion of those two adult contemporary artists.

i'm excited like i was when i was 18 and i was seeing her for the first time at the murat theater in indianapolis. i'd planned my outfit for weeks--ridiculous, shiny polyester shirt imprinted with blue and green pastoral scenery--and led the caravan of depauw tori amos fans from greencastle to indianapolis. i went with my new friends amanda and alyson. it's strange to look back now, knowing what i know. i just went to alyson's wedding in june, amanda and i are planning a big move to new york later this year.

anyway, i'm dragging michael with me to see tori amos tonight. we have 12th row seats. it'll be the first time i've seen her solo. and i have butterflies just thinking about it.