Clearly, Isabel is a smoker. She waltzed onto the stage amidst a cloud of fog with her head held high, letting the staccato gasps of, “oh my God, is she smoking” fade away before taking another drag and climbing aboard her Bosendorfer for the evening. It was the first time since I was fourteen years old that I thought that smoking looked cool.

Then again, Tori Amos makes anything look good. She brought a delicious blend of class and raw sensuality that ebbed and flowed throughout the evening as she played to the small venue of the Chevrolet Theatre in Wallingford, CT.