As my quest to play - and blog - my entire record collection, alphabetically* by the age of 40, I next come to Tori Amos.
I was rather dreading the playing of this CD. I bought it at a time when I would wander into bricks-and-mortar record shops and just hoover stuff up. Which of course means that I have a lot of stuff which was once fashionable but being not very good, has failed to outlive its essential faddishness.
I had put Tori Amos into this category, because each time one of her tracks come onto my mp3 I fast forward. Yet, I played the CD three times in the past week. I have puzzled over this seeming contradiction.
I have now concluded that the music is sufficiently bland to act as wallpaper and thus actually be ignored when I'm doing else, but when forced into my lug-holes her voice is grating and yet otherwise without any colour as to be unlistenable at this proximity.
Some of the songs have quite thoughtful words but there's a limit to the angst one can take when one is approaching middle-age with angst-free equilibrium.
So, I expect when I re-do this as 'all the records by 50', I shall play this again. In the meantime it will sit in the nylon Case Logic CD case as a lasting testament to the thoughtlessness of my CD splurging in the early 90s. I am glad I have grown out of such trifles.
* perversely, with rock/pop CDs I started at Jones, so having gone to Z(ish) I'm back at A.
