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”Darlin’ what’s the blanket for?
Riding out this Storm, we’ll be Riding out this Storm” from “Cloud Riders”
We are in the woods, it is the middle of the night. And Tori Amos, 25 years after her debut, from those little earthquakes that we felt so close, returns to tell us stories of fairies, native invaders, big and burly men who cry (and destroy the planet), decade-long emotional relationships, and of Stalin on our shoulder (“It’s Stalin on your shoulder” – she sings in “Russia”, which in these times of Corona-Virus and an Italy pro-Russian-Chinese, seems almost like a premonition). We are ready, with the lantern in hand, we prepare to cross this forest.
The years pass and in Tori's case, for better or worse, you can feel them all. The keys of her piano, flames in motion at the beginning of her career, move in a more country/folk direction and she becomes an expert storyteller who with her words seems no longer to want to give comfort, but to focus on an analysis of the current (2017) state of affairs. Because the redhead is now calm and looks at the world with the eyes of someone who has lived half a century, not with those of a girl with fiery eyes and a desire to experiment and surprise. Those times have passed.
Amos looks around: numerous are the political pieces like “Broken Arrow”, a heartfelt appeal to her America that has turned towards the Trumpian populist right (with the repetition of the verse “Have we lost her?”), or “Bang” (Bang went the gun on their tongue // Word crucifixion toward immigrants shunned // Immigrants that's who we all are 'Cause we're all made of
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