(coming soon! In the meantime, read Tori’s quotes about the subject.)
"iieee has a Native American influence and when you hear the rythm and..yet..there’s a little of that New Mexican driving in an old dilapidated Mustang and you’re just on your own and you just drive for days and days and you think you’re getting away with murder, and it’s just you. And I think that feeling...iieee is very much about dying and about sacrifice." (Atlantic Records Electronic Press Kit, May 1998)
"’She’s Your Cocaine’ and ’iieee’ came out of a sense of loss and sacrifice." (Next, April 1999)
“Some of you know that we like really good wine. So, I wasn’t quite sure if um, the things I was seeing was from that, or if they were really happening. And uh, it was a strange time, I had just uh, I had a bad pregnancy and I lost the baby. And I started having this vision of this little Pueblo boy everywhere I went. And we knew it wasn’t a little boy, so... I really didn’t know who he was. And uh, the wine really wasn’t that good, you know what I mean? So um, I would close my eyes when he would appear and I would follow him and he would say things like, “Come, rabbit come on.” And I would go.
And we had this 1959 convertible and he was a Zuni boy, Zuni or Pueblo boy. And he would sit in the back with his arms like that [spread out] and we would drive for hours and hours and hours. And I would sit there and we didn’t know where we were going, but when we would get there, nobody would be alive. So um, it was a strange thing, it was like being in, I don’t know, a bad Dustin Hoffman killer virus movie, you know. And I didn’t know what we were supposed to do, so we would leave the town and uh, he would tell me to build a campfire. Um, and I’m an arsonist so I, I really like that bit. So I would build this thing and um, he would start dancing.
And um, he would say, you know, "we failed today but we have to go to the next town tomorrow." And this happened over and over and over again. And we were always too late. Um, and he would sing this thing in my head. And he would go, he would pat me on the head and he’d say, “It’s ok... iieee, iieee, iieee...” (VH1 Storytellers, October 24, 1998)