tonight i watched sixty minutes for the first time in a long time because i saw on promos that aishwarya rai would be on. i didn't really realise she was as huge as she is internationally - i'm sure just putting her name on this blog will increase my site traffic somewhat. anyway, i had been reading a lot of stuff online lately about her being on a few talkshows in america, and there's been a fair bit of backlash from her indian fans on the way she's presented herself. i feel sorry for the girl - she's obviously very clever and very beautiful - i'm just not so sure about the 'never been kissed' thing... hmm. alrighty then. it'll be interesting to see how long this hollywood fascination with her lasts. as long as she doesn't ever end up dating tom cruise, i'll be happy.
earlier this week, like a good and dutiful wife, i accompanied my husband to an event i would generally not have chosen to go to. it was a tori amos concert, and my man is in love with her - or at least he used to be, it's more like a fond reminiscence now. anyhoo, tori amos. even though i am not a follower of her music, there is something about live performance that is quite moving, and songs that i heard for the first time that night even got to me. then she went and tipped everyone over the edge. she sang 'don't dream it's over', and dedicated it to 'musicians who are here, and no longer with us'. i cried like a baby. as i sat there, spectacles in my hand as tears flowed freely down my face, the performer in me started panicking. this little voice in my head was going 'she's not even halfway through her concert, and every second person in the audience is crying. how is she ever going to get them back? how, dammit?!'. then, after the applause for her beautiful tribute faded to quiet, she softly launched into her next song - no intro, no nothing - and what was that song? 'puff the magic dragon'. the whole room swelled with laughter and relief. it was a lovely moment.