Jessica and Stephanie sent me the following review of Tori's November 22, 2002 concert in Toronto, Ontario from ChartAttack.com, who posted this to their web site on November 25, 2002.
LIVE: Tori Amos with Howie Day
Posted: Monday November 25, 2002 @ 06:30 PM By: ChartAttack.com Staff
November 22, 2002
by Kate Guay
It's curious to note that a performer who historically has a beef with organised religion ("Crucify," "God," et. al) has a following that is extremely pious. A Tori Amos concert is unlike any other show, period. She may preach to the converted, but she puts on one hell of a performance: it clocked at over two hours, spanned six albums, and you get to see a beautiful woman make love to a piano (if that's your sort of thing).
Once part of her congregation, I still own an ungodly amount of singles and EPs. Tori's back catalogue is extensive to say the least, so it was a treat for the audience when over half of her set and two encores was of earlier work. Her latest, Scarlet's Walk, doesn't hold a candle to her previous albums. After entering with two songs off of Scarlet, she pounced with classics from Under The Pink, Little Earthquakes and even the crowd favourite b-side, "Take To The Sky." For Tori, it's all in the execution. She summons demons and angels when she plays. During "Precious Things," she writhed on the piano bench, and a few minutes later, calmly crossed her legs in three inch heels, smiling while she picked out notes on her Boesendorfer. The most haunting moments are when she played alone without the backup of bass and drums. The stripped-down performances of "Cloud On My Tongue" and "Winter" were breathtaking.
Tori herself never ceases to amuse. Between songs, she sends kisses to fans and makes up a song about being twins in a past life with her drummer, Matt Chamberlain. After about an hour and half though, her schtick gets tired, and the audience was overpowering my senses. As Sloan says, it's not the band I hate, it's the fans. If there was a crescendo, they cheered. When she played one of her standards (like "Cornflake Girl") they went wild. Well, maybe I don't exactly hate all of her fans. They're just a tiny bit loopy, like the one they follow.