Waking Ear

Tori Amos/"Space Dog" -- She's underrated, folks. I downloaded a copy of the six-song promotional disc for her new album, which comes out end of October. A little more poppy than I'm used to, but it's growing on me. You have to let Tori simmer. A friend in high school -- actually a girl that I wanted to date really bad -- got a copy of Under the Pink, and I didn't like it. It actually bored me a little bit. But Boys for Pele really turned me on to her phrasing and her psychology. I went back, and Under the Pink was a different experience.

I woke up from a fucked up dream. I dreamt I was watching TV, like, CNN or something, and they were showing this horrible tragedy. John Sayles had been found floating in the ocean, his body cut up beyond repair. In fact, they only found the upper half of his body. It turned out he had fallen into the propeller of the boat or something like that. Then I wake up, my heart pounding, and "Space Dog" is in my head. What the hell does that mean? Any theories out there?