A lot of the time, I’ll hear a song and think, “With a little bit of time and practice and patience, I could play this.”
Not this, though.
The aptitude that Tori Amos displays is almost otherworldly. I mean, I’m sure that compared to Rachmaninov it pales a little, but compared to most singer-songwriter ballads it’s frankly eye-watering.
Cornflake Girl was by a million miles my favourite Tori Amos song. I loved the funky off-handedness of the delivery, the head-scratching lyrics, the sheer wilful strangeness of it all. And that piano! I had the sheet music to the album and could play maybe half of the songs, but that one had symbols on it that I didn’t even know what they meant. It always annoyed the hell out of me that I could never play it – and knew that I never would.