Divorce (Noun) from the Latin, meaning to rip a man's genitals out through his wallet.

Here's some random Ben Folds gossip because, you know, WIMB is the only celebrity blog in America that specializes in a vaguely obscure pop artist who has sold about as many albums in his career as, say, Miley Cyrus sold last week. 

Anyway, nobody loves Mr. Folds as much as I, and I certainly don't know the details behind his divorce, but it must have been Heather Mills' messy, and his wife must have been one giant nagging, suffocating bitch. Or, at least that's the impression Ben Folds gives, indirectly of course, as he talks about his upcoming album, Way to Normal:

The songs are not topical," Folds says. "I was not interested in making a record about the D-word. I got all that stuff out of my system on the last record [2005's pensive Songs for Silverman], which was deliberately stoic. This new album is really about me being free, which is why it feels cathartic and expressive. It's about me coming back to being myself." (Hence the title.) "I came out of the courthouse, kissed the ground, and walked straight into the studio. I felt like a bottle of champagne that had been shaken for 18 months and popped open in the studio. That's why this record has so much energy." (Source)

I'm stoked as hell to get another high-energy, goofy piano pop album from Ben Folds, and the image that that quote conjures up -- Steve Martin doing his freedom dance in L.A. Story after he found out his girlfriend was sleeping with his agent -- is priceless. But this much specificity about his love life is unusual for Ben, and that -- along with the impression he gives of his ex-wife Frally, suggests to me that she got more than half, she got the fucking piano.

It's OK, though. His new wife is prettier anyway. And her name is Fleur, so if he accidentally says Frally's name, he could probably get away with it if he mumbles enough.