Thursday, November 02, 2006

I'm pretty much over Fiona now

"It's good that it was Fiona Apple's last stop on her tour, because it looks like she needs a good long rest, along with all the home-cooked meals she can stomach. Between her visit to Salt Lake earlier in the week and this one, she proved that, yes, she dances like a whirling dervish and, yes, she's mastered the vacant stare and psychotic screaming sessions between her songs. She also skips, paces, storms around like a woman gone batty and occasionally – usually when others take to singing right along with her songs inspired by man hatred and love gone awry – she gets caught in a sudden smile. Fiona acts not unlike a little girl alone in her bedroom might, given the right blend of a band to back her and her piano up … and Vegas loved her for it. A lyricist before a musician, she owns a voice that will not soon be forgotten. If she stopped making albums today, she'd still be remembered for her "Paper Bag" and "Shadowboxer" and "Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)". She's made sure of that without ever having to market herself very strongly. The material sells itself. Sometimes she's wont to over sing, but that's because she sings it as she feels it. None of this torch singer nonsense. She may hint at that, sure, but some screaming to nobody in particular or curling up into a ball for half a song will quiet that noise real quick. It's as painful as she is emaciated sometimes, but the crowds still watch for the moments of brilliance that do shine through. She just isn't somebody you'd want to hang out with for very long."
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p.s. I was standing on the other side of the piano, cursing openly. I could only see her tiny feet on the pedals and the top of her head, from the eyes up. Someone needed to be sitting on some phonebooks.


Sherpa said...

Darn, she brought the crazy. I was hoping her latest (and greatest) album was the signal of a new Fiona.

Dainon said...

Nope. Same cracked-out girl she always was.