Infected Worldmind

Politics and Culture. A Tonic.

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Posts tagged "Fiona Apple"

It was late. The music had stopped. I asked her, I don’t entirely know why, to ask me something. She asked me about one of the most intimate experiences of my life. I told her the truth.

I was now standing in the middle of the room; I felt very stupid. Despite my protests, she came over and put her arms around me. We stood there for a while, hugging. She said, and I could hear her tongue clicking in her mouth:

Dan. I’m so sorry.

Janet sighed on the couch behind us. The green galaxies of the universe spun above us. Inside our brains it was easy to imagine them imagining each other, our mirror neurons, like sparks at the start of an electrocution.

Dan P. Lee, from his surprisingly moving profile of Fiona Apple for New York Magazine’s Vulture website. As they say, go read the whole thing. Apple’s newest album, The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do comes out tomorrow (10 bucks on Amazon, maybe it’ll drop sometime this week). BTW, Apple explains the insanely long album title in the profile, and it’s kinda interesting.

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Fiona Apple
“Across the Universe”
Live at the Bowery Ballroom, 3/26/2012

I think every single person in the room was hanging on every single note she sung when this song began last night.

holy shit

Beautiful work. Can’t wait to hear her next album.

Apple’s face and voice actually transforming with the meaning of each line, at a genuinely staggering level of emotional sensitivity — one line an accusatory grimace, the next a sudden open-eyed ecstasy, the next an anguished slump, the next a kind of bitter internal laugh. I am rhapsodizing a little here, but I’m not sure I’ve ever been in a room watching a singer do this quite so well, bending herself that far to the emotional nuance of every phrase. Some people I talked to found it hard to tell how much Apple was performing and how much she was really just letting herself be an exposed nerve on stage — and while there’s surely plenty of each happening, one important clue might be the fact that she was able to channel a similar intensity through songs written two decades ago as well as the new material. Maybe not with the exact same nervy, tremulous hush surrounding some of her new songs (an album’s planned for this summer) — the hits from the first phase of her career are a little too languorous and moany for that — but the same level of feeling. At the ends of several songs she seemed to blink and return to the room, as if pleasantly surprised to find the audience still there. Then a quick pause for some tea, or throat spray, or to inform us that her hair was held up by “the top band of some baby sweatpants I found in the garbage and washed.” (I have so many questions about this.)
Nitsuh Abebe. Excerpted from his fantastic Vulture post on Fiona Apple’s soon to be legendary SXSW performances.