Now, before you think I’m sitting up tall on my high horse, do NOT get it twisted. I was one of these angsty middle class white girls who LOVED Fiona Apple in the mid-90s. Because, you know, my life was so hard, and only Fiona could understand my pain. I mean, we were both SO sad that we walked around with octopuses upon our heads.
Me + Fiona 4 ever.
And, you know, Fiona has every right to be upset with the world. She can play piano with the best of them, write incredibly haunting songs with such ease, win accredited musical awards, has the respect of Pitchfork (which is an impossibility in itself) and has millions of dollars. So please, just let the woman be angry.
To be fair, though, her new album (which is OBVIOUSLY titled The Idler Wheel is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do) is genius. She bangs along on that piano, and with her trademark low & deadpan voice, makes whoever the song is about PAY for what he did with her below-the-belt, intelligent lyrics.
Check out my favorite song off the album, Werewolf, by clicking here. And embrace your inner angry girl self. As long as Fiona is around, I will keep doing just that.