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| No. of Pages: | 2 |
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| Produced: | 2007 |
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| Era: | American Doll Posse Era |
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| Category: | Promotional Items |
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| 2nd Subcategory: | Notes |
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Description:
A copy of this hand-written note from Tori was enclosed with early promotional copies of American Doll Posse. Below is the transcript:
Dear Confidant,
That these are ‘Troubled Times’ is no secret. Through a songwriter’s eye, I observe. I observe, like you, the war. The traumatic weather patterns. The tragedies. I, like you, can’t just turn my back on this very fragile Blue Ball that is our only known hope of existence.
But perhaps unlike you, I may get stopped in a store, on the street or in a Starbucks where a young woman in line taps me on the arm… And through tears of raw pain whispers, “What can I do? My boyfriend had to go fight. I hate those bastards behind this Satanic war. I may never hold him again.” Her voice breaks with her last words, “never hold him again.” She asks for a hug and then quickly exits the line coffeeless.
Her words play over and over… “What can I do?”
Not so long ago, a 15 year old looking young woman came up to me and asked, ‘So are you making a new CD soon?’
I laughed at the time and confided, ‘Well, I’m workin’ on it.’ As she made a move to continue on her way, she paused and turned around. And with 1,000 tears fighting to keep from falling she spoke “Well, then tell it like it Fucking is. The war isn’t just out there somewhere you know? I live in a Fucking War.”
She walked away.
Maybe these 2 women will never know the impact that they had on me and this project.
American Doll Posse is my response.
Tori Amos
Source: Undented
Dear Confidant,
That these are ‘Troubled Times’ is no secret. Through a songwriter’s eye, I observe. I observe, like you, the war. The traumatic weather patterns. The tragedies. I, like you, can’t just turn my back on this very fragile Blue Ball that is our only known hope of existence.
But perhaps unlike you, I may get stopped in a store, on the street or in a Starbucks where a young woman in line taps me on the arm… And through tears of raw pain whispers, “What can I do? My boyfriend had to go fight. I hate those bastards behind this Satanic war. I may never hold him again.” Her voice breaks with her last words, “never hold him again.” She asks for a hug and then quickly exits the line coffeeless.
Her words play over and over… “What can I do?”
Not so long ago, a 15 year old looking young woman came up to me and asked, ‘So are you making a new CD soon?’
I laughed at the time and confided, ‘Well, I’m workin’ on it.’ As she made a move to continue on her way, she paused and turned around. And with 1,000 tears fighting to keep from falling she spoke “Well, then tell it like it Fucking is. The war isn’t just out there somewhere you know? I live in a Fucking War.”
She walked away.
Maybe these 2 women will never know the impact that they had on me and this project.
American Doll Posse is my response.
Tori Amos
Source: Undented