Tori Amos, creator of the red-headed soundtrack to my adolescence, plays Chastain Ampitheatre Monday night. It seems so long ago and far away, but during my months as an AJC intern in 2003, I interviewed Amos on the phone, keeping my nostalgic fangirl calm. At the end, she told me it was refreshing to talk to someone who sounded so happy. I’ve pretty much never gotten over it.
Here’s the story, courtesy of the AJC archive:
If Tori Amos and Ben Folds were to have a duel on this summer’s “Lottapianos” tour, it’s hard to say who would win.
Folds is known for raucous melodies, a quirky demeanor and a hand-span larger than E.T.’s, suitable for hitting notes in ways most players can only dream of.
But Amos sets fires — well, not real ones, that is, lest anyone point out that she played Center Stage in the 1990s, leaving the Midtown venue just hours before it burned.
In a recent call from Chicago, Amos said every night of the summer’s tour reflects a new element, including fire.