I think my first exposure to the term "juvenilia" was in a Sylvia Plath anthology (she did the poem "Bitter Strawberries" when she was a kid - and no, I don't think if I were stone cold sober right now I ever would have remembered that). I know some folks are mortified when they revisit... Continue Reading →
Pitfalls of a Parasocial Variety.
Aside from a passing glance at Those Magazines near the grocery store checkout, or seeing the occasional news feed headline, I generally don’t follow celebrity gossip. I don’t watch housewives or socialites. What I do get, I get incidentally. Nevertheless, it pains me to say that, as relentlessly logical and evenhanded as I try to... Continue Reading →
We Need to Talk about Tori Amos.
Let’s face it: for better or worse, humans compare things to other things. And even though my music has changed a lot since my debut as Alexandra Rising, I still think it’s most likely to be compared (by those of a certain age, anyway) to the music of one Ellen "Tori" Amos. These days, I’m... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 