alanismorissette: this rilke poem comes to mind every time i get off a leg of a tour… wanted to share. “Ich komme aus meinen Schwingen heim” By Rainier Maria Rilke I come home from the soaring in which I lost myself I was song, and the refrain which is God is still roaring in my ears. Now I am still and plain; no more words. To the others I was like the wind: I made them shake. ...
At this point of the night everything is Alanis...
Wanna hear something terrifying? My girlfriend and I met her at the Pittsburgh show on the Born Villain tour. She came walking over to us carrying 3 bags packed full of shit, a notebook with all the pages filled, and this hot shit look on her face. She was wearing a little white coat and I’m pretty sure nothing else under it. Then she introduced herself to us and shook our hands. If I only...