A reader writes:

As a big fan of Tori Amos I was torn between mortification and hilarity ... this is one of the most gawd-awful video's I've ever seen - and from my favorite current performing artist, too. I almost think having a porn flick out there somewhere would be less humiliating (although I kind of doubt she would feel the same way).

Watching the whole miserable thing was one of the most painful experiences I've had in years but I HAD to see if it got any better, and if not, just how much worse it would seem as it progressed. My impression: the awfulness grew exponentially with each passing frame. I'm relieved that I only had to view it once.

You're welcome.

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