or: I Married Tori Amos 20 years ago... and We’re Still Happy
It was 1992. I was just a teenager who felt like an alien. She didn’t care. She watched me sitting there in my parents’ basement, saw my purity hiding behind glasses and a peach-fuzz mustache and decided she was going to take it. It was time. I was ready.Or so I thought.
Up to that point, I had no real experience with music. I had one friend who was introducing me to The Cure and New Order, but I was still largely ignorant.


