Anyway, here's my Blender review, from a Tori-fan perspective:
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And it's so self-important. The Features section has the tag-line, "in-depth, two-fisted digital journalism." Maybe if they wrote with something other than fists? And if this is in-depth, the world is in trouble. An average Rolling Stone article is twenty or thirty times deeper.
Undeterred, you click on the Tori button, and a few seconds later (chunk chunk chunk), you see a nice opening screen with a black & white photo of Tori, seated, wearing a very revealing outfit. Agent Orange begins to play. The close-up turns to color and pans back, as the words, "Tori Amos dropped in to the Blender studio the other day..." appear. Agent Orange continues to play. A quick dissolve, and then four buttons appear. "She had a few things on her mind. Here are four of them," says Blender.
That's when the third Agent Orange sample begins to repeat itself over and over. Let me show what that's like:
"Mr. Agent, yes, he's my favorite, and they don't understand, he's got palm oil...and... Mr. Agent, yes, he's my favorite, and they don't understand, he's got palm oil...and... Mr. Agent, yes, he's my favorite, and they don't understand, he's got palm oil...and... Mr. Agent, yes, he's my favorite, and they don't understand, he's got palm oil...and... Mr. Agent, yes, he's my favorite, and they don't understand, he's got palm oil...and..." etc. etc. etc....this is a continuing theme of Blender. You definitely don't want to sit on any one page for too long, even if you are studying a photo, because the repeated music sample will quickly drive you insane.
Quick, click on one of the four buttons. How about the first one. Tori's face appears in a quicktime window on the right side of the screen, as a curtain rises. Here's what you see and hear:
[Tori, seated, not talking or singing, lights flashing on her face amid darkness. Song plays:]
[laughter from the audience, apparently Blender staff in the room; you catch glimpses of them later. Fade.]
[Tori, standing in a room in front of a cloudy blue sky backdrop, playing an electric organ; at last the video matches what we're hearing. It's hard to describe Tori's manner in this performance; it's somewhat sexual, free, uninhibited, spacey. She pulls at her shirt and runs her hand through her hair a lot. The handheld camera moves in and out.]
She put me in clothes
And showed those boys a film
[laughter]
I'm going to be a
A flesh-bitch honey woman
Yeah yeah yeah
[Song fades out, but not completely, and the interview resumes.]
The curtain closes and suddenly the clip is over. You hear:
"Mr. Agent, yes, he's my favorite, and they don't understand, he's got palm oil...and... Mr. Agent, yes, he's my favorite, and they don't understand, he's got palm oil...and...
Quick, the second button! I won't transcribe the other three movies here, but they continue exactly where the previous one left off. The same interview and song continue throughout, each interrupting each other. As the clips move along, random images and animations are inserted at different places. The handheld camera effect, combined with the jerkiness of Quicktime, make it all resemble some kind of acid trip.
(The videos are available separately on the CD-ROM, in the \Blender\Files directory. They're 5.8 mb, 5.8 mb, 10.1 mb and 13.4 mb respectively, all four in Quicktime format.)
The first thing that confuses me is that there doesn't seem to be any reason to break it up into four parts. They seem to run together. And why they've inter-mixed the song and the interview, I don't know. Post-modernism for its own sake, I suppose.
You do see altogether seven minutes of Tori, wearing a very revealing "seventies leisuresuit" (Blender's words), answering questions and performing this song. When you're done with the videos, you click on the Next button to take you to the final screen.
"As well as being a dab hand at the electric grand," writes Blender, "Tori is also huge on the internet." Hey, that's us! But Blender quickly glosses over any actual analysis of Internet Tori content:
"Planetheads throughout the world exchange gossip about her on a daily basis, and the question they're asking these days is 'Is she crazy or what?' Ms Amos certainly created an impression at Blender--there were times we thought she was literally going to burst out of her seventies leisuresuit--but crazy? You want the answers, you're going to have do the spadework yourself."
That's exactly what's written. End of article.
So much for hard-hitting, in-depth, two-fisted journalism. I have this crazy urge to ask, hey, is she crazy or what? Hmm, I guess they're right about us "planetheads" after all.
At the bottom of this final screen are two buttons. Choose quickly because otherwise you'll hear the fourth and final Agent Orange sample ("Underwater city") over and over.
The second of the two buttons takes you to a quick discography -- of just four entries (pictures of her three albums, plus the Crucify EP).
The first button takes you to a list of Websites. It's a little out of date -- some URLs listed here will get you a quick "404 Not Found," and Blender doesn't list the important new sites, such as Greg Burrell's T.O.R.I. or RDT's site. Some of the sites are listed more than once. (But I was quite pleased to be the fifth site listed; and I was tempted to give them a good review in exchange; but the more I use Blender, the less inclined I am to like it. See, you can't bribe everyone.)
Also, I don't know what sort of system Blender expects its audience to have; but on the system I used, a brand new, very vanilla Pentium 120 with a quad-speed CD-ROM, Soundblaster clone, and 32 megs of memory running Windows 95 -- a high-end system, even if the sound card is cheap -- the video is jerky and the audio has frequent drop-outs. The box lists Blender's requirements as being a 486 with 4 mb of free RAM (6 recommended); but I would hate to try Blender on such a system.
I suppose that technologically, the CD-ROM medium simply hasn't arrived yet; not until MPEG cards are standard components, anyway.
Better luck next issue, Blender.