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On todays Tori Tuesday I have snatched this review of Tori's 2004 release, Welcome To Sunny Florida, which is a DVD of a concert in Florida, plus a bonus cd with some special little songs that every Tori fan is sure to love.


Tori Amos's first concert-length live DVD, Welcome to Sunny Florida, is a riveting showcase for the artist's formidable vocal and instrumental chops and preciously off-kilter pop music. Taped on a wet day in September 2003 at West Palm Beach (the final stop on Amos's Lottapianos tour), the show was well performed, stunningly recorded, and lusciously lensed, if too frantically cut. Session ace Matt Chamberlain on drums and the nimble-fingered Jon Evans on bass provide just enough firepower to flesh out Amos's moody micro-epics while leaving sufficient space to keep her voice and keyboards the focus of our attention. Most songs feature brilliantly reworked arrangements, and the band uses the venue's acoustics to heighten the music's magic. Amos, a vital 40, enjoys a reputation as a great live act, and it's easy to see why as she loses herself in song, head thrown back, one hand on the keys of her Bösendorfer grand and the other on an accompanying Wurlitzer.
(If you want to check out a live performance of Tori before you venture out to see her in real life, this dvd is the perfect way to do that!)

Ok, and now my review of the accompanying CD which includes 6 awesome songs that can only be found right here on Scarlet's Hidden Treasures. I have included the lyrics to Apollo's Frock, which is my second favorite tune on the c/d. My favorite, Indian Summer, I reviewed a few weeks back. This c/d is small, but let me tell you, it contains some mighty Tori! This is one of the Tori c/d's that I play the most. It is fresh, beautiful, and I never get tired of hearing it. And, incidentally, word has it on the street, that QL just loves Ruby Through the Looking Glass! Right, QL?


Apollo's Frock

put me back in the cold
I'm going to Antarctica--
it feels like these days,
our old meeting place,
in an LA cafe
or on the Serengeti,
the hunt has not Begun.
cause I am tired of you taking from me
and I have let you eat from the fruits of my tree
I am not the one to turn into a Laurel wreath
for the last time you have crossed my line
you could never see
you could never see
Apollo's frock
was always as beautiful
always as beautiful as
the saddest rainstorm
Apollo your frock
was always as beautiful
always as beautiful
as your sister's
that your light shined on
how can you think you've won
when there can be no winners
the soul has been lost
of the bow and quiver
do you remember
well I remember
amid the clashing of swords
I'm losing you in my rear view
and I have called the Shekhina in
and the ninefold and a few other friends
you and your predators were warned
if the cubs were drawn in
for the last time you would officially
cross my line
you could never see
never see
Apollo's frock