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Sex, God & Falling In Love With Tori Amos
‘So you can make me cum — that doesn’t make you Jesus.’ — Tori Amos, Precious Things.
I was a teenager in the 90s. When I hear certain songs from that decade it brings with it a kind of uncomfortable yet blissful feeling of nostalgia.
Especially when I hear songs from Tori Amos.
If you’re not from my generation or for whatever reason you haven’t yet discovered Tori Amos — you should really look her up. You’ll either love her music or hate it.
I fell completely in love with her music in 1994, the moment I heard Cornflake Girl playing on the speaker in a dressing room while back-to-school shopping with my mom. Totally. Smitten. I even dyed my hair red for a time.
The music of Tori Amos had been around for a bit at that time but I had never been exposed to her before that moment in the dressing room. I immediately went out and bought all her music.
Released in 1992, the song, Precious Things from the album, Little Earthquakes, encapsulated all of the angst and bittersweet joy of my 15-year-old world.
Tori Amos spoke of sex, violence, anger, love, and religion all at once with a raw, confident flare that still haunts me today when I hear her songs.
