Monday, 11 June 2012

Not About Love

I know people typically like to mope to Fiona Apple, or wail along with her while driving at high speeds down a mostly-empty freeway. It's cool. I've done it too.

When I was in the tenth grade, and first discovering what music could be outside of Destiny's Child (who, don't get me wrong, are awesome as well), I would borrow CDs from the library. This was before I knew how to download and torrent, mind you. I had also been banned from using Limewire on the computer. Whatever.

Fiona Apple's Extraordinary Machine was one of these CDs. While other girls let her sing their soul out, I listened to her while doing math homework in my basement. I associate her with #feelings and all of that, but those images will always and forever be tied to trigonometry and quadratic functions. Sorry, Fiona.



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