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<span style="font-size: large;">WITH FEELINGS OF DESPAIR BEHIND HER AND INDIFFERENT ABOUT BEING JUDGED, POP’S MERCURIAL CHANTEUSE RETURNS FROM A SEVEN-YEAR HIATUS WITH HER MOST DIY ALBUM YET. HERE, SHE REUNITES WITH “CRIMINAL” DIRECTOR MARK ROMANEK EXCLUSIVELY FOR V</span></div>
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At long last, she is back. And of the many reasons to celebrate Fiona Apple’s return to the national stage this year, maybe the most remarkable is that—so far at least—it’s been drama-free. Her March mini-tour, which began at South by Southwest and featured previews of three songs from her fourth album, released in June, was unmarred by sound issues, received almost unanimously positive press, and offered no visible signs of frustration, let alone any onstage meltdowns like the one that infamously occurred in New York in 2000. The only hitch? A nagging cold that Apple couldn’t shake for part of the run and still was battling when I met up with her in a secluded corner of New York’s Soho Grand Hotel.</div>
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“I think I did a really smart thing a few months ago,” she says, explaining the tour’s success. “I’m one of those people, one of the many, that has a drink before every show. I just don’t know any different. And I really needed to learn how to not do that.” So for a series of performances last year at the L.A. club Largo—where her frequent collaborator Jon Brion has a long- standing residency—playing in a comfort zone, with plenty of friends, Apple went off the preshow bottle, and discovered something in the process. “I thought that having a drink was what took the edge off or made me feel more confident, less self-conscious or whatever. But it turns out to be the other way around. And now I don’t immediately react to myself or judge things that are going on. It doesn’t even occur to me anymore. I think I’ve grown up in that way. I became less inhibited. I don’t care as much about being judged.”</div>
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Not caring about being judged is something that Apple has long preached and also practiced, but with only mixed results. For the legions of fans who from 1996 on have connected with her unsettling, confessional lyrics, her quirky onstage style, and her unwillingness to edit herself—famously proclaiming from the podium at the 1997 MTV Video Music Awards that “this world is bullshit”—she did have detractors, who saw her as a churlish, temperamental brat. There was a time when Apple would actively avoid reading any press, but that too has changed—which is notable, considering that in the seven years since her last release, <em>Extraordinary Machine,</em> the opinion megaphones have exploded and the devouring of celebrities has only increased. “For a long time, I was just too afraid to read stuff,” she admits. “Like, I would turn on my computer and I would see my face some place, and it was very uncomfortable, and it would make me go, ‘Oh my God, I have to get rid of my laptop.’ And I started to make this whole plan in my head! But then I thought, that’s just really no way to live. I don’t want to be doing this because I’m afraid. Like what can they really say about me that they haven’t said before?”</div>
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What they’ve been saying of late has been nearly all good, including an especially warm embrace from the indie-rock community, a world far more pervasive and influential than when Apple was last on the scene. An especially eloquent appreciation of the singer, published in the spring on Pitchfork.com, even had Apple contemplating a thank-you note. Still, leave it to Fiona to cite a snarky reaction to her new album’s title, <em>The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do</em>, which of course brings to mind the 90-word poem that titles her second release, 1999’s<em> When the Pawn…</em>“I read something calling it ‘ridiculous,’” she recalls. “‘Ridiculous’ was the word! And I went, ‘Oh great, welcome back, yeah.’”</div>
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Let’s coin a new term: “reverse sabbatical.” It’s when someone hibernates for seven years and then finally reemerges to release a new album and go on tour. Fiona is learning to master it. The last time I interviewed her, in 2005, six years had just passed between her second and third releases, a break made longer by her decision to rerecord <em>Extraordinary Machine</em> and a subsequent standoff with Epic Records over its release. This time it was a seven-year wait, extended by a year beyond her prior hiatus because although Apple had finished <em>The Idler Wheel…</em> in 2010, she waited on a change in regime at the label to insure there would be a “team in place” that supported the album. Six or seven years is an inconceivable gap for any 21st-century artist interested in sustaining what might be considered a viable and visible “career.” And there’s the rub. “I don’t think I have a goal,” she asserts. “I don’t think that I’ve ever had much career ambition. I just want to be happy with my life. I just wanna be proud of the way that I live my life, and I don’t want to make myself sick, you know?” And did the suits at Epic ever hound her for new product during those seven years? “No, they don’t care,” she says, frank as ever, “because they don’t look at me as someone who’s gonna make a lot of money. So they just forget about me.” She says she’s loved those occasions on which she’s had “assignments,” which tend to expedite her creative process, but adds that “with no one to push me along, nature just takes its course. And the garden gets overgrown, and then I deal with it.”</div>
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So the long inactive stretch may have been necessary to simply live life and create new music, or to “fill up the tank again,” as Apple puts it. One listen to the songs on <em>The Idler Wheel</em>… will tell you it wasn’t always a walk in the park. Fiona has created her most moving album to date by cutting closer to the emotional bone than ever—and for this artist, that’s saying something. Tales of anguished breakups buttress others about unrequited, obsessive love. “You let me down,” she sings on the bluesy “Periphery,” “I got bored trying to figure you out.” Her spitfire vocal over tom-toms on “Left Alone” declares “I don’t cry when I’m sad anymore”; on the numbed, heartbreaking “Valentine” she’s a resigned “tulip in a cup”; and in the record’s most primal moment, on “Regret,” Apple fairly screams, “I ran out of white doves’ feathers/To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth/Every time you address me.” Tough stuff, and she says that it all comes from very specific relationships. “These are songs that I needed to write, they are my diary, disguised in, for lack of a better word, poetry,” she explains, though she is loathe to name names. “Mainly I wouldn’t want to reveal that kind of stuff because I want people to be able to apply their own lives to the songs.”</div>
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But things aren’t as bad with her exes as the record might suggest. “I talk about this with my shrink a lot,” Apple confesses. “I have this weird thing where I’m friends with my ex-boyfriends, and I really care about them. I care about their lives with their girlfriends. I feel like maybe an annoying mother or something.” Among these exes are illusionist David Blaine, in whose office/apartment Apple crashes when in New York, filmmaker Paul Thomas Anderson, who started to make a video for Apple’s new song “Hot Knife” before having to work on a movie, and most notably writer Jonathan Ames, the subject of one of the album’s sweeter tracks, “Jonathan.” Drawn to Ames’s transgressive, überpersonal work, Fiona actually sought him out to date in the mid-aughts, an especially tough period for the singer. “I was really going through a terrible, terrible time around the time that I met him,” she admits. “It was like the first time in my life that I felt actually maybe suicidal. Not that I was gonna kill myself, I never felt like that. But that I could let myself die, you know, that slow suicide. I don’t know how, but just give up.” Although they’ve been apart for “a while” now, she says, “I thought, that guy does deserve a song, ’cause he did kind of save my life. Just by being so kind. He was just simply so kind to me.”</div>
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Forever marching to her own drummer, Fiona is one now as well. Part of what makes <em>The Idler Wheel… </em>so stunning is the utter simplicity of its arrangements: most tracks feature little more than that powerful, smoky voice, piano, and a collection of found sounds as percussion, all devised and played by Apple and her coproducer, drummer Charley Drayton. “I knew that I wanted to make a record that didn’t have anything unnecessary in it and that used things around me that were available,” she recalls. “I just really wanted to make exactly what I wanted to make, to have it be really stark, just basically piano and percussion.” In addition to actual drums and timpani, the album features banging on cups and pans, footsteps in sand, the squishing of a popcorn bag, and stomping on the hood of Apple’s brother’s truck. “The credits are gonna be very interesting,” she says, “Charley’s written them down. He kept all of the notes, and he would write down, like, ‘truck stomper’ or ‘dance partner.’ I have a credit that’s gonna be ‘thigh slapper!’ I can’t even remember which song it’s on, but I’m like doing something on my thighs.”</div>
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In the lead single from the record, “Every Single Night,” Fiona engages in a daily “battle with my brain,” and indeed she can be a lovely mass of contradictions. The woman who bares her soul in song has no interest, for instance, in sharing the minutiae of her life on Twitter, although she likes “seeing what someone else had for breakfast.” While on some fronts she still seems beset by insecurities, she confidently says, “I can write a hit. I know how that shit works.” But maybe the most telling lyric is in the hook of the album’s brightest track. “We can do anything we want,” Apple sings. And she is proof of it. Her fourth album in sixteen years, <em>The Idler Wheel…</em> is the most DIY work of her career, released on her own timetable and packed with pain, loss, desperation, a tinge of hope, and the unmitigated authenticity that so many love about her. “My manager, Andy [Slater], tells me that too,” she says. “He says, ‘People like you because you’re real.’ But—and I’m not trying to be modest or anything—am I really that much more authentic? Is it really that bad out there?” On a mainstream pop level, I assure her, it is. Which brings us back to that ’97 VMA speech. The part of her remarks not as often remembered are the words “Go with yourself.” Fiona Apple goes with herself. And as for her 2012 comeback—which continues this summer with an extended tour—so far, so good. “It’s great when I notice, Hey! That didn’t bother me so much! I’m doing better now,” she says. “Because I feel like I can handle things. Now I know it’s gonna be okay.”</div>
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<a class="taxInlineTagLink" href="http://www.latimes.com/topic/entertainment/fiona-apple-PECLB000196.topic" id="PECLB000196" style="color: #666666; text-decoration: none;" title="Fiona Apple"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fiona Apple</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px;"> is thinking hard about palm trees. It's a momentary distraction from talking about her new album, "The Idler Wheel ...," and a quick photo session in the backyard of her longtime manager, Andy Slater, in Beverly Hills. But as she wanders the grass with a large fig leaf in her hands, her head tilted skyward, the singer's mind has gone elsewhere, in search of a particular species of palm and definitely not finding it.</span></div>
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"I'm sorry I don't have the right kind of palm tree," says Slater, teasing from the nearby patio.</div>
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"Damn it!" shouts Apple, spinning around playfully in a long pink coat, fists clenched. But there is no actual rage in her, just a big smile as she toys with a reputation for emotional outbursts and general turmoil. "There, I was bad! I freaked out!"</div>
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The release of the album (with a full 23-word title that is only the second-longest of her career: "The idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw and whipping cords will serve you more than ropes will ever do") was only days away, her first collection in seven years. Like her three previous albums, it is immune to the pop-music trends of the moment and instead follows her usual path of biting self-examination and eccentric hooks and flourishes.</div>
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This time the music is stripped down and intimate, with subtler twists and turns, both melancholy and euphoric, as she asks herself the hardest questions, wailing in "Left Alone": "How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?"</div>
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The increasing years between albums may be tough on her most ardent fans, but for Apple there is no other way. She follows a pace that comes on its own schedule, while leaving room for her life and many random obsessions.</div>
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"I don't have a plan about it. It's always like, 'Jesus, has it really been that long?'" she says, curled up in a lawn chair, peeling the label off a bottle of Perrier. "It's the one area of my life where I follow my circadian clock, where I'm faithful to the right way of doing things. I don't rush things. I let it happen when it happens. I also just accept that I might never want to write a song again."</div>
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Once she sits for an interview, Apple is immediately engaged, laughing at herself and opening up easily about the good and bad, the strange and the deeply moving. The days are getting busier, and she speaks with nervous but charming energy, staring into the distance with eyes strikingly crisp and blue.</div>
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The first reviews are largely ecstatic, which is typical for Apple and a good thing when so many years roll past between releases. Times Pop Music Critic Randall Roberts called "The Idler Wheel" an "exquisitely rendered work." And Entertainment Weekly's Melissa Maerz praised it for being "highly confessional and creative and temperamental."</div>
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The new album begins with "Every Single Night," which describes, against a delicate keyboard melody, the nocturnal struggles of a restless mind. The voice quivers and swells to a hearty wail as she sings: "These ideas of mine/ percolate the mind/ trickle down the spine/ swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze/ That's when the pain comes in."</div>
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The images stretch back through a lifetime of insomnia and busy thoughts and ideas tumbling across her brain, back to when she was a child who needed a light shining directly in her face to get her eyes closed. The song's plea, "I just want to feel everything ..." suggests escaping those endless musings to experience the real world outside.</div>
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"You can live your whole life in your brain and not experience what's around you. You go crazy that way," says Apple, 34. "That's why I have to watch myself when I get isolated for too long."</div>
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Her songs have been largely autobiographical since she was a teenager, first in New York but spending her last year of high school in Los Angeles. She soon recorded her first demos about being a "sullen girl," of romantic insights well beyond her years, and of being raped at age 12. Those songs ended up on her 1996 multiplatinum debut, "Tidal," a frequently dynamic, sometimes haunting album produced by Slater.</div>
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Her sudden fame at age 18 came with a quickly earned reputation for outspokenness; she famously accepted an MTV Music Video Award for new artist with a speech that urged fans to ignore the glamour and self-congratulations onstage and be themselves. She was ridiculed mercilessly, but fans still tell her the speech had a lasting and meaningful impact.</div>
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"Fiona's really smart, one of the smartest artists that I've ever worked with," says Slater, Apple's manager since before her debut except for his six years as president of <a class="taxInlineTagLink" href="http://www.latimes.com/topic/economy-business-finance/media-industry/music-industry/capitol-records-ORCRP000017369.topic" id="ORCRP000017369" style="color: #666666; text-decoration: none;" title="Capitol Records">Capitol Records</a>. "There is no showbiz artifice. She's writing what she feels and is powerful. And she's always — whether she was a teenager or not — spoke her mind. She didn't care about the rules. And I think people found that refreshing. Or shocking."</div>
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Her last album, 2005's lush "Extraordinary Machine," is often interpreted as a passionate, multilayered document of her breakup with movie director <a class="taxInlineTagLink" href="http://www.latimes.com/topic/entertainment/paul-thomas-anderson-PECLB000151.topic" id="PECLB000151" style="color: #666666; text-decoration: none;" title="Paul Thomas Anderson">Paul Thomas Anderson</a> (<a class="taxInlineTagLink" href="http://www.latimes.com/topic/entertainment/movies/there-will-be-blood-%28movie%29-ENMV000145.topic" id="ENMV000145" style="color: #666666; text-decoration: none;" title="There Will Be Blood (movie)">"There Will Be Blood"</a>). On the new album is "Jonathan," a song for another ex-boyfriend, the author Jonathan Ames ("Bored to Death"). Songs about her relationships are nothing new.</div>
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"They're all about my boyfriends," she says with a laugh. "Men are my bread and butter. It's what I live for! I have no shame about that. Being in nature and the unspoken language between people and dogs and sex and relationships is what life is all about. Everything goes back to that."</div>
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The time in between is spent writing, and there were occasional performances at Largo at the Coronet theater on La Cienega, but the years were also crowded with myriad other obsessions that come and go, from painting and photography to watching "Columbo" to personally investigating a long-abandoned house in Los Angeles. There was a nest of hummingbirds outside her house in Venice, which she studied and photographed until the hatchlings were grown and flew away when she drunkenly came too close one day.</div>
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"I was in a habit — more of an OCD habit — where I was compulsively drinking vodka every day, even if I didn't want it," she explains. "So when I felt guilty about the hummingbirds going away, I thought I needed to make use of their supposed demise and do something good. So I quit drinking."</div>
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Her collaborator on "Idler Wheel" is percussionist Charley Drayton, whose drumming is a key sonic element on the album. It was recorded at Stanley Studios, then in Santa Monica, and near an animal shelter and a plastic bottle-making factory, both of which provided some of the found sounds used on the album.</div>
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The album was finished nearly two years ago, but uncertainty in the executive offices at her label, Epic Records, kept her from delivering "The Idler Wheel" until new Chief Executive L.A. Reid and his team were in place. "She is a major priority for us," says Mark Shimmel, Epic's new chief operating officer. "Fiona is a wonderful and a real artist. When you've been doing this a long time, you sort of accept that real artists have their own clock."</div>
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Frustrated by the delay, at one point she found a hill in Northern California that so captured her attention that she spent days and days walking up and down the incline until she had injured her knees enough to require physical therapy.</div>
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When some early feedback on the recording suggested the album sounded unfinished, it was Largo owner Mark Flanagan who urged her to ignore all that. "You know, I really owe Flanny," Apple says, admitting that she was shaken by the early, uninvited feedback. "He really stepped in and gave me a pep talk: 'No, you can't let them change it.' Flanny is a cornucopia of goodness in my life."</div>
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The album release is putting her back on the road for a least 50 dates in the U.S. alone, returning her to Los Angeles at the Hollywood Palladium on July 29 and the Greek Theatre on Sept. 14. Live performing has sometimes been an unhappy experience for her, with the singer openly disgusted with the sound, the room, the media.</div>
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Other than one especially difficult show at New York's <a class="taxInlineTagLink" href="http://www.latimes.com/topic/us/illinois/cook-county/chicago/roseland-PLGEO100100501257700.topic" id="PLGEO100100501257700" style="color: #666666; text-decoration: none;" title="Roseland">Roseland</a> in 2000, when she walked off the stage, Apple tends to work through these difficulties in the spotlight. "I've never been embarrassed of being upset in front of people," she says. "In a strange way, I'm way more comfortable onstage than anywhere else."</div>
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Her visits to Largo also helped Apple become comfortable again onstage. And a 2007 tour with the bluegrass-flavored Nickel Creek taught her to love performing live in a new way. But if anything goes wrong on her U.S. tour, fans will likely know about as it happens.</div>
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"I certainly picked the right job for myself for the kind of person that I am. I probably have one of the few jobs where crying at work is not necessarily disallowed! Or having a tantrum," she says with a laugh.</div>
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"I have this weird, contradictory relationship with the audience when I'm onstage where I'm totally doing everything for them and there's that great relationship that happens with everybody in the room. But I also totally pretend that they don't exist, during the songs at least. The more voyeuristic it can be, the better it will be."</div>alvaral11http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139231257870296897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372293366317178510.post-91402257483476888772012-06-20T18:54:00.001-07:002012-06-20T18:54:24.981-07:00Fiona Apple: The Billboard Cover Story<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A</b></span><span style="font-size: 13px;">few days after her Billboard interview, <a href="http://www.billboard.com/new-releases/artist/fiona-apple/166915" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #085c9c; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Fiona Apple</a> will leave her home in Venice, Calif., for a month-long tour supporting her fourth album, "The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do." This is remarkable not simply because this tour will be her longest stretch of performances since her 2005 album, "Extraordinary Machine," but also because Apple rarely leaves her house. The 34-year-old singer/songwriter has turned into a serious homebody since moving to Los Angeles in 2001-housework, as we'll discuss, is one reason she hasn't made a record in seven years-and her stay-at-home tendencies have only intensified in recent years.
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What's drawing Apple outdoors is a remarkable collection of sparsely rendered tunes where her strengths as a vocalist and bruisingly candid lyricist are in sharp focus. Recorded about four years ago (she remains fuzzy about the actual date) with Apple and drummer Charley Drayton co-producing, "The Idler Wheel . . ." sat on the shelf for two years until changes at Epic Records sorted themselves out. Apple introduced a handful of new songs earlier this year at rapturously reviewed shows at South by Southwest and in New York and Los Angeles. And starting June 19 (the day of the album's release), she'll play 28 dates across <span style="background-color: white;">North America, ending up back home at the Hollywood Palladium.</span></div>
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"Until we leave, I am going to be as boring-lazy-still as possible," she says. "I'm doing nothing. I'm making my brother walk my dog and I'm not even leaving my house." Apple admits she ought to move back to the East Coast so she can break herself of her more reclusive habits, but her dog, Janet, is 13 and Apple wants to "wait until she's in the other world to move." She worries about isolating herself too much, but she also knows that it works for her.</div>
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"It's the same when I'm on tour, actually," Apple says. "During the day, I never go out and do anything fun. I stay in the hotel room and I just stay really quiet so then I'm in the mood for being in front of a lot of people a little bit more."</div>
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In a sense it's a lot crazier when you're on the road and it's a lot less stable, but it's actually really healthy for me because it keeps me from isolating, which I tend to do a lot. Also, there's structure to being on tour. I know where I'm supposed to be and I don't have to feel weird about not knowing what to do with myself today or not having anything useful to do.</div>
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No. I mean, if I felt like I wasn't singing well, I would be really, really pissed off. Because that's not fun. If you have to sing and you're not able to use your vocal cords well, it's like if you were a guy trying to have sex and not being able to get hard but having to still somehow manage it. "This is supposed to be the nicest thing in the world, and yet it's the worst thing." Fortunately, though, I also tend to go away during the songs. No matter what I do to prepare myself, almost every time I get ready to go onstage I feel like, "Are you fucking kidding me - I'm supposed to go on?" I have to say this to my brother every night out loud and he takes it. I'm like, "I need to make you understand that it's ridiculous that I'm going out there." Like, I have to go back home and sit on the couch. I have to go to the hotel room and turn on the TV. That is what I'm supposed to. That's what I'm equipped to do. That's what I'm in the mood to do, like, every night.</div>
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I don't feel like I'm acting or anything. But I also don't feel like I'm actually suffering through the lyrics in the moment. It's almost like somebody else does it for me. Maybe I have a split personality and it comes out when I'm onstage. [laughs] But I do feel like somebody inside my head takes over. Like, "You're going to be fine. Go to sleep. I'm going to sing a few songs."</div>
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It's six people now. I've got two drummers, which is not even enough for the percussion that we need to do. Amy Wood and Charley Drayton play drums and I got Zac Rae playing keyboards, because I love to not have to play piano as much as I can. It's so nice when I get to just sing and not be nervous. Sebastian Steinberg plays bass and Blake Mills is playing guitar. Blake's like a little brother. This is the first time in my life I've been in a band, or anywhere professionally, where I'm not the youngest one. I've been around middle-aged men since I was 17. I was worried about Blake, because I was like, "A 26-year-old guy is about the last person I want to talk to. Men under 40, I don't want to know."</div>
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Seven years wasn't intentional. It's just because I'll finish something and then two years will go by where I don't touch the piano. I might think of a song and then be like, "I don't care if I forget it. I don't want to do that shit. I'm not writing a song." I can make myself do it if I have proper motivation or if I'm doing something for someone else, as an assignment. But when it's just for me, my work ethic is very bad. Half the problem is practical. I am someone who needs to keep my house clean. I, by principle, don't want to have a maid, but how the fuck do people do anything and take care of their house? I don't have a day job. It's just me and an old, slow dog. But laundry and vacuuming and dishes . . . What kind of pig am I? [laughs] So that will take time, and then I'm tired, and I'm like, "I guess my workday is over."</div>
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I don't know exactly. Probably what happened, now that I'm talking about it, is that I was feeling so terrible about myself and about the way that I was seeing things - like visually, in the world, seeing things - and the way I was interpreting things. I went to New York and took this visual perception class. I knew what I was doing. I'm a really good parent to myself sometimes, and I do things that make me learn and grow. I knew that it would be good for me if I could learn about the science of actual seeing - if I could learn and see proof that maybe I see things shitty, but I could be wrong.</div>
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And in fact, I am wrong. In fact, everybody's wrong. You think you're looking at things all the time, but you're not looking at things, you're looking at what your brain is interpreting through light and color. And who knows what everybody else sees? I took this class and I was taking pictures of things like snails for a while. There are many different things I get obsessed with and go around and take pictures of. I'm pretty good, I think, and I enjoy it. And while I'm doing that I'll also be studying and reading about whatever I'm taking pictures of. I make up courses for myself to take. After awhile with these certain rites of passages that I try to go through, I feel that I am a new person and that there's more to me, and that probably spurs me to write it down. Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.</div>
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First I asked Charley to just bang on the drums and record a couple different beats and send them to me. I knew I wanted it to have percussion and piano. Drums are my favorite things, and I wanted to get something to work with. When I go to the piano, your hands just go to the same spot. But it can bring new things out of me if I can get new things from somebody else. Once I had a few songs done, I asked Charley to come out and do some demos. We'd never done anything like this; we'd just been on the road together. I didn't even know we were starting on the record yet. But the first night of actual work in the studio, we got so much done. And I don't think we had one disagreement the whole time.</div>
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Oh, my God, I'm so fucked up with time. It could have been four years ago. It could have been . . . I don't know. He would come out here for two weeks at a time. I'm jokey about it and I say I'm lazy - and I am sometimes - but with studio work, I really don't like to work. I like to perform, I like to write, but I don't like to have to go in and record. I like writing words, but music is annoying as hell because there's always a point in time when I want to kill a song. I know that it's a good song and stick with it, because if I've made any effort on something, then it's worth it. I don't have a bunch of songs lying around that I don't use.</div>alvaral11http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139231257870296897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372293366317178510.post-82685528400778820672012-06-17T22:52:00.000-07:002012-06-17T23:24:11.483-07:00Vulture.com: Hiding Out With Fiona Apple Musical Hermit<div class="parbase section entrytext" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: center;">
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<strong>Fiona Apple</strong> was upstairs, alone, stalking the small suite of her boutique hotel in Soho. It was noon, in May, and she had arrived in New York, the city where she grew up, a few days earlier from Paris, where she was shooting a music video. She was at this moment supposed to be sitting in the hotel bar answering questions about her new album and her life in general, a life that, with the exception of sporadic performances—at her hometown club, Largo, in Los Angeles—she keeps almost hermetically sealed. She’d dressed herself in a long black nylon skirt, a tank top, and a thin green hooded sweatshirt; she applied no makeup. She wore her hair tied up. Despite being late, she was consulting her laptop, which she often struggles to operate, typing the words <i>mirror neurons</i> into Google. With a pencil she began scribbling onto a piece of hotel stationery. The morning—which is to say the hours after midnight—had unfolded well, sunrise had come smoothly, she’d felt good, and she’d seriously debated continuing straight through, as she does most often, but with a busy day ahead, she’d figured it best to rest, and, to her surprise, slipped into unconsciousness beneath the coffee table. When she’d awoken at ten, she’d felt different. She’d felt bad. She’d returned to the window she’d spent the morning staring down from, the man clearly on drugs still hobbling along the same block of Grand Street, picking up twigs and moving them. In her head she heard the refrain from the seventies song: “<i>Do it, do it, till you’re satisfied.”</i></div>
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<i></i>She was, now, exhausted. While she has struggled with sleep since she was a child, it has become in recent years a constant antagonist, to the point where she finds climbing into a normal bed torturous (back home in Venice, California, she and her dog, Janet, often lie down on an air mattress in her backyard). And so it was only natural that sleep, or the lack thereof, would seep into the two other themes—sanity and love—that imbue most of her music, including the first single off her new album, <i>The Idler Wheel</i><i> …</i><i> , </i>her fourth in sixteen years and a full seven years since the last. It is called “<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIlLq4BqGdg" style="color: #177bae; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none;">Every Single Night</a>,” and it is, at least in its simplicity, unlike any single in memory. It begins with a music box striking a ringing C-major chord in slow, plodding four-four time, moving only a few steps up and down from there.</div>
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<i>These ideas of mine<br />Percolate the mind<br />Trickle down the spine<br />Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze—</i></div>
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There is a very strong argument to be made that Fiona Apple, 34, is the greatest popular musician of her generation. This, on its face, might seem like something of a misnomer, since Apple moves paltry numbers of “units” and is the antithesis of prolific. She also happens to be a longtime critic of the record industry, specifically her employer, Sony Records. (Strictly for comparison purposes, in the six-year span between Apple’s second and third albums, Britney Spears released five CDs, including both her debut and “greatest hits.”) Apple wrote the majority of her first album, <i>Tidal,</i> during adolescence; released in 1996, when she was 18, it was nominated for three Grammys. Her next two—<i>When the Pawn …</i> and <i>Extraordinary Machine, </i>released in 1999 and 2005, respectively—were similarly nominated and appeared atop virtually every top critic’s list of the best albums of the year (Kanye West has said <i>Extraordinary Machine </i>made him want to be the “hip-hop Fiona Apple”). But it is her latest—a stripped-down rhythmical and confessional tour de force—which, in its restraint alone, stands as her strongest work yet.</div>
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Her unique musical DNA—fusing jazz and the old standards with a dose of post-sixties singer-songwriter—seems inextricable from her biological one, a line of workman American performers steeped in vaudeville, big band, theater, and cable television. So that, in “Every Single Night,” the lines “Little wings of white-flamed / Butterflies in my brain” come with a slight fluttering; there is a quickening, a crescendo through “Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze”; until, by the time “That’s when the pain comes in,” her contralto rings, erupting to accent <i>when</i> in an E-flat that, taken out of context, could be Callas’s, not to mention the almost diabolical use of robato to construct a chorus out of “brain,” stretched into ten notes, ten slurring syllables, in what it occurs to me very early one morning later in her living room in California, the two of us altered to the precipice of poisoning, green stars orbiting above us, her extraordinary voice ricocheting across space: musical onomatopoeia.</div>
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First, though, she had to come downstairs and meet me.</div>
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We were at the hotel bar, and Apple said she’d been anticipating that question, simple as it was. It had played some part in precipitating her mood. She told me about her morning so far. She’d chosen the table in the farthest corner of the room, beside a window overlooking Grand Street. For a long time, following her lead, we made almost no eye contact. She was simultaneously shy and outgoing. “I really didn’t know how I am,” she explained. “I couldn’t figure out what the fuck was going on with my brain.”</div>
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Ten minutes ago, though, “in the nick of time, upstairs, I found the answer. All of a sudden, I thought, <i>Mirror neurons</i>! And I was like—”</div>
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Here she gasped. She said she’d felt like “Sherlock Holmes, finding the clue.”</div>
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She pulled out the piece of hotel stationery “that’s gonna make me look <i>crazy</i>.” She hesitated and said she couldn’t understand why she was so nervous. I interrupted to say I was nervous too. For the first time, she looked at me. Her eyes were huge and green, like mint chocolate chip when it melts. “That’s very”—she laughed—“mirror neuronal of you.” I asked what mirror neurons were. She said they’re what “make you feel empathy.” Here, she began reading rapidly, furiously, from the small piece of paper:</div>
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She explained: She does not typically watch TV at home. As soon as she gets to a hotel, though, she puts it on, usually TCM, with the sound off. This morning, when she woke up, the movie <i>A Nun’s Story </i>was on, which was funny, because yesterday, at the photo shoot for this story, she’d been thinking about Audrey Hepburn, because the photographer kept saying something to her like <i>Big eyes! Big eyes! Huge eyes!</i> and that made her remember that when she was a kid, she’d had this fear that she had unusually tiny eyes, and one day when she was home from school (she’d always pretend she was sick), she’d seen the movie <i>Funny Face </i>with Audrey Hepburn—she was afraid it was beginning to seem like she was obsessed with Audrey Hepburn, which she’s not—and she started drawing Audrey Hepburn’s portrait, over and over again, with insanely, distortedly huge eyes. Anyway, <i>Funny Face </i>was this silly romantic comedy, but she’d remembered this moment in it, she was like 10 years old, and Audrey Hepburn’s character starts talking about empathicism, or something.</div>
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It made her start trying to feel what other people were feeling. So if she saw a person burn his finger, her finger burned, and she’d have to run it under cold water to get it to stop. As she was thinking about it now, she wondered if maybe she’d been actually “beefing up” her mirror neurons. When she was in fourth grade, her friend Andrei’s mom died, and she remembered being in the hallway hearing the teachers discussing it before Andrei knew. And as she was standing there, she experienced herself what he was about to experience. She could still remember, too, how pissed off she felt when a nun at school admonished them to not feel bad for him, saying they were really only imagining it happening to them, which was selfish. She hadn’t imagined its being her mom, she’d felt it<i> as him</i>, and anyway, who cares if they were imagining that it was happening to them, that’s what empathy is, and making this string of connections now, she’d been all bored and blank and anxious upstairs, and then around the corner this comes—mirror neurons—it made her heart beat, <i>it made her hot</i>, and now she was so excited that she was “having, like, tics and shit—</div>
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“And I decided that I think I don’t agree with the title of my album anymore,” she said. “Or at least I have to amend it.”</div>
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Like her second CD, <i>When the Pawn</i><i> …</i><i> , </i>the full title of which, at 90 words, appeared, to her pride, in the Guinness Book of World Records, this album’s title is a sort of proverb: <i>The Idler Wheel Is Wiser</i><i> /</i><i> Than the Driver of the Screw</i><i> /</i><i> And Whipping Cords Will Serve You More</i><i> /</i><i> Than Ropes Will Ever Do. </i>For so long she’d identified with the idler wheel, a mechanism that “has a big impact on whatever machine it’s in, but it just looks like it’s doing nothing, sitting and taking in everything,” but now she wasn’t sure. And even though she knows she does not want children, this made her think about some of her hypothetical parenting philosophies (she does not know why she thinks about this often): “<i>An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure</i>—yeah, okay, sometimes, but you can do everything right in your life, you can know everything, and there are pits and crevices everywhere, and you will fucking fall in one.” Which is to say, she would teach her kid not how to avoid trouble but how to get out of it. She’d had a therapist, she said, who believed in revisiting trauma to destigmatize it, and the more she’s learned about the brain, “that shit is not the thing to do.”</div>
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It was like phantom pain. There was that <i>New Yorker </i>story about the woman whose head itched so badly that her fingertips eventually breached her skull. She recalled, from it, the “mirror box,” a simple device that duplicates the reflection of the remaining limb when the other’s been lost, so that the phantom pain goes away, and this made her cry when she read it, she’d had “years and years of pain, and it’s this simple little trick, the brain is so stupid.” Her OCD, still with her, is better now, and she’s realized, over time, that “the brain is just a machine that sometimes gets a little glitch, and this is just something that got into a loop, and it’s getting reinforced.”</div>
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She said: “This is why it’s so fun, by the way, to go put the TV in your hotel room on and, like, put on <i>New Jersey Housewives </i>or something.”</div>
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I asked if she had seen <i>Mob Wives</i>. She said she hadn’t. I told her I highly recommended it. She laughed an operatic laugh. I said: “This interview has gone totally off the rails.”</div>
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“I don’t think it’s gone off the rails at all,” she said very sincerely.</div>
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I assumed she wanted to talk about her album; she said she didn’t care. I told her I thought it was her best work; she said it was funny because she’d run into her ex-boyfriend, the filmmaker Paul Thomas Anderson, and “he remembers me as somebody’s who’s been down on themselves from years ago,” and when he’d asked about the album, she told him she felt “really, really happy, I felt like I can die now, I’ve done what I want, this is me.” I told her I especially liked the song “Left Alone,” which is very weird, almost like scatting. She said it was her favorite song, too. I had the lyrics in front of me: “Oh, and I tried to love / And I can love the same man, in the same bed, / In the same city / But not in the same room, it’s a pity / But oh, it never bothered me before / Not until this guy, what a guy, oh God, / What a good guy, and I / Can’t even enjoy him ’cause I’m / Hard to, hard to know.” I told her hearing this had made me think some things about my own life. I said I did not mean to be weird. She said knowing this was like having the song “consummated.”</div>
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Her manager came in to say our time was up. Apple invited me to go with her to a photo shoot, she was doing almost no press and these were things she typically hated but was trying to think about it all differently this time. At the shoot, she introduced me to everyone as Victor Laszlo. A few hours later, back at the hotel, I gave her my card, in case she wanted to get in touch. At 1:41 a.m., my cell phone beeped.</div>
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<i>It’s Fiona—holy shit—there’s a group of guys in the adjoining room, and they have no idea how impossible it is not to hear them—they go downstairs and come up for blow, weed, and gossip … fascinating!—but now I feel I have to be really quiet. I’m taking notes. Weed smoke is coming through the door … I’m thinking of waiting till they’re blitzed and going over and asking for some pot, and then listening to them when I’m gone … pretty sure it’s a sports team …</i></div>
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I texted back. At 5:34 a.m., before dawn, when the sky was surreally blue and I was asleep, she sent a photo of her face, shot from below, her green eyes staring straight. “I’m out walking,” she wrote, “it’s nice out.”</div>
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<strong>When Apple</strong> released her first album, people still went to record stores to buy physical copies. They bought those albums after hearing their singles on FM radio. Radio stations, like Z100, for example, were very influential, and they hosted important showcases like the Jingle Ball, in Madison Square Garden, at which record companies jockied to have their artists perform. In 1997, Apple played the Jingle Ball, alongside Celine Dion, Savage Garden, the Backstreet Boys, Lisa Loeb, the Wallflowers, and Chumbawamba, the lead draw (as in “Tubthumping,” as in, “I get knocked down / But I get up again / You’re never gonna keep me down”). She performed, of course, “Criminal,” which she’d written in 45 minutes, after Sony signed her at 17 and requested a more obvious single. It remains, to this day, her most successful song, its first thirteen words, sung in Apple’s preternaturally mature alto, an unforgettable, if not entirely intended, salutation: “I’ve been a bad, bad girl / I’ve been careless with a delicate man.”</div>
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In those days, Apple followed Sony’s strategies, including director Mark Romanek’s vision for the music video. Likened by many to child pornography, it showed Apple in cream-colored silk tank top and panties, electric eyes bulging, and rolling disconsolately around a seventies-era basement amid some indistinguishable male bodies during an apparent all-night, drunken sleepover. This is how she found herself addressing her first worldwide television audience from the stage of the 1997 MTV Video Music Awards, after upsetting the heavily favored Hanson brothers to win the prize for Best New Artist. </div>
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“I didn’t prepare a speech,” she began, bespectacled and standing behind a podium in an ill-fitting white dress. “But I’m glad that I didn’t, because I’m not going to do this like everybody else does it.</div>
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“You see, Maya Angelou said that we, we as human beings, at our best can only create opportunities, and I’m going to use this opportunity the way I want to use it. So what I want to say is, everybody out there that’s watching, everybody that’s watching, this world … this world is <i>bullshit</i>!”</div>
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She went on to urge viewers not to model their lives on “what you think we think is cool,” concluding that “it’s just stupid that I’m in this world. But you’re all very cool to me. So thank you very much.” Her reputation—which is to say her caricature—was sealed.</div>
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Fifteen years later, she was sitting on a leather couch in her hotel-room suite, reminiscing. “When I walked backstage, I was proud of myself”—it was the following evening, we’d been talking for a few hours, and we were not sober—“and they gave me the silent treatment! They pretended I wasn’t there!” She said it was “the moment I learned that they needed me more than I need them” and, in hindsight, “one of the best things I’ve ever done.”</div>
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Nearby was a black goldfish in a bowl the hotel offers; she’d named him Desmond; she showed me how he seemed to respond when she put her face close and said hello. She was tired but giddy, wearing clothes similar to the day before. She’d poured me and Charley Drayton, 45, the percussionist and spiritual “brother” she co-produced the album with (who bears a slight resemblance to Lenny Kravitz, especially with glasses), massive goblets of red wine, which we were steadily emptying. She was packing her one-hitter—we were trying each other’s pot—and taking occasional snorts of Ketel One from the minibar bottles. She said she’d been siphoning off bits of liquor from the bottles and replacing them with water, because each was, like, $400. (She was angry with her record company for a variety of reasons, not least of which that they are apparently cheap.)</div>
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Perhaps the lowest point of the roughly 30 hours we would spend together came when I asked her about being famous. She was over at the wet bar trying to make Keurig coffee. She looked at me. She wanted to know what “famous” means. Since 1997, she’d gone out of her way to avoid attention. She compared herself to me; she wanted to know the difference. I told her it was straightforward: If I went on the street and polled 100 people, not one would know my name; I guessed half would know hers. She did not like this. “This whole thing is just so far removed from me,” she said.</div>
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So we talked about the album. She and Charley met when he’d drummed for <i>Extraordinary Machine, </i>they’d hit it off, and then, a few years ago, when some things started flickering in her mind, she asked him for some beats. She was reading all the time, about things like bombardier beetles—“They shoot this noxious shit out of their asses,” she said—which became, in “Regret,” “But I ran out of white doves’ feathers to soak up the / Hot piss that comes from your mouth every time / You address me.”</div>
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I wanted to know about “Hot Knife,” the album’s last track. They both smiled. Though, like all her songs, it had come in a moment of total dissociation, its roots were probably in a Bach concert she’d seen in New York, and the Supremes song “Where Did Our Love Go?,” the place where two lines of music “crack together,” which had always given her “huge satisfaction.” Charley—whose genius as a producer, it seemed, was to fade away—had given her the mallets to softly strike the rhythm on the timpani. He’d said, “You need to say something on the piano,” so she made a waving, malevolent line in the background. And then there were the voices: hers and, later, in an incredible melodic round, her sister Maude’s. There was no looping or Auto-Tune; for hours they’d stood at the same microphone, weaving their voices in what she called “the most intimate moment of our lives together.”</div>
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It was sometime after 2 a.m. when we went down to Charley’s Honda Accord to listen to the remix for “Hot Knife.” Charley turned it up very loud, and the song moved through its new iterations, her voice filling every crevice of the car—booming—the tiny person out of whom it’d all spilled now slumped in the passenger’s seat, head ever so slightly bobbing:</div>
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Afterward, when she and I were alone outside her hotel, I said I felt awful for asking, but I wondered if she’d mind if we met again, in California, for the story. She said yes, come. She said I was her friend now. “We’re friends,” she said. “I mean this.”</div>
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“Hi, Dan. It’s Fiona. [<i>She moves the camera to her dog.</i>] This is Janet. [<i>She moves it back.</i>] Um, are you coming out here tomorrow? Um, I, I, I don’t know—I’m baffled at this thing that I just got, this e-mail shit, I don’t know what these people—<i>are they trying to antagonize me so that I do shit like this, so that I start fights with them?</i> I don’t understand <i>why</i> there are pictures of <i>models</i> on a page about <i>me</i>. Who the fuck are they? What? <i>What?</i>”</div>
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<strong>My rental car</strong> had broken down, and by the time I got to her house—a small, Craftsman-style bungalow near Venice Boulevard—it was nearing 7 p.m. and the light was very beautiful and pale yellow. Fiona greeted me at her gate with Janet, the 13-year-old pit-bull mix she’d encountered one day in the Valley when she was living with Anderson; it was not so long after, as that relationship was in its long sputter-out, that she bought this house, which she loved, and which was essentially unchanged since she moved in. Pink and white roses were blooming in the yard, and the front doors were flung open, as were all the windows. She told me, as we walked into the living room, that she almost never has company. Her older brother Brandon lives out back in a small cottage—she has never driven and relies on him to drive her—and her older sister Amber (Maude Maggart is her stage name) sometimes stays here when she is in town for work. She spends most of her time alone, even when they’re there.</div>
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The house looked simultaneously like she’d lived in it forever and just moved in last weekend. There were some boxes, and curtains made of tapestries and scarves. There was very little furniture: two green couches, a small flat-screen TV near the floor, some small rugs not yet unwrapped, and, in the far corner, a grand old wood table she uses as a desk. On the ledges of the wainscoting she had propped branches and books, her artwork, toy horses from her childhood, coconuts she’d drawn funny faces onto, peacock feathers. She has two pianos, a Steinway upright and a Baldwin grand. With all the windows and doors open, it felt a lot like being outside.</div>
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She had not slept. She said we would go out back to say hello to her brother and ask him if he could make us coffee, since she rarely drank it and wasn’t sure she could operate the machine. The backyard was small but green; there were a few tall trees, a small wooden sauna, and a tiny inground Jacuzzi she’d always wanted to get rid of but which Brandon likes.</div>
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Brandon is several years older, one of five half-siblings her father had with his first wife; he and baby sister resemble each other only in their piercing eyes. He was sitting with the doors open, watching the movie <i>Bridesmaids</i>. Maya Rudolph, Anderson’s partner, was on the screen of his TV. “Hey, I just heard your song,” he said. “I turned it off.” He was, apparently, joking. He was referring to “Paper Bag,” from her second album. (Like many of her songs, its origin was an image, this one when she was in the car with her father in L.A., driving back from recording <i>Tidal, </i>terribly upset; out the window she saw a dove, which she took to mean something quite beautiful, until “It came down near / So did a weary tear / I thought it was a bird / But it was just a paper bag.”) The film’s producer, Judd Apatow, an acquaintance of Fiona’s (it’s a small world), had proposed using it in a wordless transition scene in which the character played by Kristen Wiig consoles herself by baking and then eating an expertly crafted cupcake. Fiona told me she’d seen the movie and liked it and was “very happy” to have the song in it. (Her attitude about the one-off licensing of her songs has significantly evolved over the years: “Let’s not be too precious,” she’d said, chuckling. “Give me money.”)</div>
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<strong> Fiona carries with</strong> her, among other books, one called <i>Raising Happiness, 10 Simple Steps for More Joyful Kids and Happier Parents, </i>which was written by a sociologist and resembles a supermarket best seller. She finds it useful to skim and sometimes underlines parts she likes: “Too often we protect our kids from pain and suffering, and in so doing we shelter them from others’ needs. Consider the counterintuitive notion that compassion is a positive emotion strongly correlated with<br />
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She was born on September 13, 1977, via a scheduled Cesarean section. Two weeks earlier, her mother was straining to move furniture in her Harlem apartment, after fighting on the phone with Fiona’s father, who was out of town. She felt a pain, but did not go to the hospital. When the obstetrician made his incision, he found her peritoneum torn, the situation potentially fatal, the infant’s hands and feet pressing against her mother’s abdomen—her world, Fiona figures, prematurely ripped open. “Don’t you think that colors the rest of a person’s life?” she asked me. We were in her kitchen, and in a process I can neither re-create nor adequately explain, she was using a long, narrow instrument to light hash in the bottom of a Champagne flute, which she held as we took turns sucking in the smoke she continued billowing up.</div>
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Her father, Brandon Maggart, was born in Carthage, Tennessee, in 1933, and moved to New York in the fifties. As described in his recently self-published autobiography—commencing 4 million years ago and told via a composite character mentored by the goddess Athena who “lives in the attic behind his eyes”—he managed an exceedingly varied, four-decade acting career (including appearing in the original cast of <i>Sesame Street</i> and the eighties Showtime sitcom <i>Brothers</i>). Her mother, Diane McAfee, a New Yorker born to a “George White Scandals” dancer and the singer for Harry James’s big band, met Maggart while the two were appearing on Broadway in <i>Applause</i>. He was married with children. She became pregnant first with Amber, then, two years later, Fiona. The situation was unusual; Maggart and his wife remained married in Connecticut, and McAfee and the girls lived in the Maggarts’s old apartment on 125th Street. By the time Fiona was 4, though, her parents were broken up for good.</div>
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Her mother worked various jobs, including as an aerobics instructor and diet counselor. For a time they lived in a friend’s basement apartment replete with a crucified Kermit the Frog, cockroaches, and stray dogs in the hallway. When they moved back to 125th Street, they were joined by the 24-year-old accountant–guitar player who would become her mother’s long-term boyfriend and a sort of older brother to Fiona. She had a speech impediment and was odd-looking in the way most beautiful people are as children, and was made fun of at school. Her gifts emerged early, as did her OCD—she would run around the kitchen table 88 times, for each key of the piano, and friends were taken aback, sleeping over, when she put a fan directly to her face to force her eyes closed. As an 8-year-old one night, she walked into her mother’s bedroom to ask for piano lessons because she wanted “to make people happy.” Not long after, she was instead sequestered at the piano in her bedroom, schooling herself in old Tin Pan Alley song-playing and -writing. When she was 16, she told me, after hearing the boy to whom she’d recently lost her virginity express interest in another girl, she wrote “Never Is a Promise.” That song would appear, virtually unchanged, on her first album, after one of the few dozen copies of the demo tape her father had urged her to make ended up in her future manager’s hands at a Christmas party hosted by a woman whose babysitter was Fiona’s friend.</div>
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The Los Angeles <i>Times </i>compared her to Carroll Baker in <i>Baby Doll</i> and Jodie Foster in <i>Taxi Driver</i>; <i>The New Yorker </i>wrote that she “looked like an underfed Calvin Klein model”; the New York <i>Times </i>said she was “thinspirational” to teenage girls with eating disorders. That she was still a teenager was the perverse, circular logic by which she could be harshly judged. Sitting in a corner beside her then-boyfriend David Blaine at a 1997 industry party for her, she told a reporter: “I’m trying to be my own parent and minimally corrupted by all of this.” As her publicist attempted to pull her away, she said that she, like a lot of kids her age, had been “babysat by television, and they learn everything from the media,” so she was “hoping that if I can be raw about my emotions and not hide anything, I can show people my age and younger it’s okay.” By the end of the night, the reporter cracked, she was “crumpled in a chair, tears streaming down her mascara-smeared face, an MTV Ophelia.”</div>
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She believed that sharing her story—all of her story—would also make herself feel better. It did not. When reporters asked if the lyrics to the song “Sullen Girl”—<i>Is that why they call me</i><i> a sullen girl</i><i> /</i><i> Sullen girl</i><i> /</i><i> They don’t know</i><i> /</i><i> I used to sail</i><i> /</i><i> The deep and tranquil sea</i><i> /</i><i> But he washed me ashore</i><i> /</i><i> And he took my pearl</i><i> /</i><i> And left an empty shell of me</i>—were about a boy leaving her, she did not want to be ashamed. She told them the truth. She told them she had been raped.</div>
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It had happened when she was 12, when she was walking home from school, he had followed her into her building. Going up in the elevator, she could hear him, in the stairs, stopping on each floor. She was unlocking the locks as he was coming down the hallway. He had a knife or screwdriver in his hand and said he’d kill her if she screamed. On the other side of the door, she could hear her dog bark.</div>
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“Then your life bifurcated?” I asked in her kitchen. I was referring, specifically, to the release of her first album, but I meant more generally. She did not know “bifurcate,” and now I wasn’t sure it was right, so I went into the living room and got one of her dictionaries: “to divide into two branches or forks.” She said yes, this was what happened. Her OCD exploded. She could not be alone. New York, as a place, terrified her. Suicide became her central preoccupation.</div>
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<strong>Janet needed</strong> to go for a walk. It took us twenty minutes to find her leash and gather supplies, including a camera, flashlight, lighter, and water. In the process, we stumbled across an old autographed photo of her grandfather smoking: “Best Chesterfield Wishes—Johnny McAfee.” She’d bought it for $20 on eBay. We drank marijuana-laced lemonade and left.</div>
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We stepped through a portal into a Venice, California, behind Venice, California, from which it was possible to imagine the entire rest of the country rising eastward. It was like a village of bungalows, windows glowing, and across the horizon, like staggered towers, stood the giant Mexican palms. There was a half-moon. The three of us made our way up a sidewalk that became engulfed in a swirling flock of branches that made a perfect tunnel, impervious to light. Most of the time it was just Janet sniffing, her nails clicking on the concrete. We went to the “walk streets,” the tiny pedestrian pathways through the gardens of hundreds of closely packed Craftsman-style bungalows. It was dark green, there were little fountains, she showed me her favorite tree. She took out her digital SLR camera to record a short video of music spilling out of one of the bungalows; she said she loved hearing people’s lives, especially their music, from the outside.</div>
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Without having planned it, each of us had made a mix for the other, and when we got back, I asked her to play the one she’d made. We drank more vodka as the Pharcydes rapped, “She keeps on passing me by.” I sat in a chair near her desk, and then, as the night wore on, on the floor. She stayed put mostly at her desk. There was a giant John Wayne–dressed–in–rodeo–regalia lamp on the corner of it. Very long spans of time passed with neither of us speaking. Mildred Bailey sang that “it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind.”</div>
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<strong>The following</strong> afternoon, when I woke up at the apartment in Hollywood where I was staying, I Googled “mirror neurons.” I found the <i>Times</i> article she’d been referencing when we first met:</div>
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“ ‘When you see me perform an action—such as picking up a baseball—you automatically simulate the action in your own brain,’ said Dr. Marco Iacoboni, a neuroscientist at the University of California, Los Angeles, who studies mirror neurons. ‘… Because of mirror neurons, you can read my intentions. You know what I am going to do next.’ He continued: ‘And if you see me choke up, in emotional distress from striking out at home plate, mirror neurons in your brain stimulate my distress. You automatically have empathy for me. You know how I feel because you literally feel what I am feeling.’ ”</div>
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<strong>We were back</strong> at her house, the front door was open, and outside the sky had completely drained of color. It was chilly inside. I played the opening and into the second theme of Philip Glass’s <i>Mad Rush</i> on the Steinway upright. I asked her not to watch while I was doing it and stopped abruptly because I felt foolish.</div>
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We got very stoned. We talked about a man who wore upside-down glasses and whose brain, within a few days, adjusted to perceive them as right-side up. She showed me a sample of the secret language she’s been speaking—and sometimes singing—since she was a child, a cross between scatting and talking in tongues. We sat next to each other at her desk and watched YouTube videos—of the pianist <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHd8jwXBzXE&feature=results_main&playnext=1&list=PL8020469F7C7E2AD4" style="color: #177bae; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none;">Valentina Lisitsa</a>, of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ushervevo?feature=results_main" style="color: #177bae; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none;">Usher</a>, and, after I asked to hear one of her songs, of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qmOw9lk81M" style="color: #177bae; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none;">Elvis Costello</a> in a lovely cover of her ballad “I Know.” Finally, we watched the rough cut of the video for “Every Single Night”: her with an octopus on her head; her lying in a bed of soil, covered in snails; her fondling the neon-colored disembodied brain of a cow; her, at the end, staring at us staring back at her, pleading, four times: <i>I just want to feel everything</i> …</div>
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She’d lived on Broome Street a few years ago for a few months, enrolling in a sign-language class (which she dropped out of when the instructor arranged to have them all sign “The Wind Beneath My Wings” for one of the morning shows), as well as a visual-perception course at the New School, which explored the science behind how the eyes interact with the brain. She’d wanted, she said, “scientific proof that I could be wrong about what I was seeing about myself.” This had been a lifelong, inherited struggle, she said, exacerbated recently by cystic acne she attributed to an undiagnosed gluten allergy.</div>
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She said she’d dated a fat man specifically to see what that would feel like. She’d briefly married a French photographer several years ago, for complicated reasons. She sought out Jonathan Ames after a friend kept talking about him and she’d read some of his work; forces, including distance, conspired against the relationship (he lives in Brooklyn). There was a younger girl a few months ago, a beautiful dancer with whom she climbed onto her roof to watch the sky at various times of day and night. She is currently single. She’d thought a lot, she said, about this. In “Left Alone,” she is direct: <i>“How can I ask anyone to love me</i><i> /</i><i> When all I do is beg to be left alone?”</i></div>
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As it happened, she and Ames broke up the day she finished the last track of her album, initiating a period, almost two years ago now, of terrible unspooling. Sony Records was between presidents, and her manager felt it would be dangerous to submit an album when the label was in such flux, and the time of year was not conducive to touring or an album release anyway; there was no way around the fact that it would all have to wait. It was like putting out a forest fire, years in the making.</div>
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This is how, at least partially, she’d come about a year ago to some dense California woods, to a cabin beside a very tall hill. She’d planned to spend a week in total silence among strangers, mostly meditating, which she does from time to time, she told me, “to become myself as a child.” Soon, however, she found herself drawn to the hill, which she began climbing and did not stop, eight hours every day. In her head, she heard: <i>Do it, do it, till you’re satisfied. </i>She also heard the rhythm, of the bones and cartilage and sinews of her knee, clicking and rubbing against itself, and though she knew she was injuring herself, she kept going, the rhythm—the <i>click, click, whoosh</i> from her knee—bringing inexplicable satisfaction.</div>
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<strong>We drank and smoked</strong> more. Coming back from the bathroom, she had turned off the lights and turned on a little machine that projected a million green stars orbiting across the whole space of the ceiling. I lay on the floor, spinning, watching them spin. She sat at her desk, not moving much, mostly staring into the screen that bounced a pale glow across her face.</div>
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There is no one she keeps in touch with every day. She’d said when we first met that she sometimes thinks of herself as the tramp, in <i>Lady & the Tramp</i>; that her mother had suggested “Fiona Lone” when they were brainstorming stage names. She’d told me, “You’re my friend, and it’s better for me to think of it that way.” Not long after, she’d insisted that she’d come to believe this. Something important had happened to her the morning we met, she was certain, beginning upstairs in her hotel room.</div>
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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.</div>
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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:</div>
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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.</div>
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<strong>On that last night</strong>, far into the morning, the John Wayne lamp was on again, and I was again lying on the living-room floor, leafing through her artwork. She was in the kitchen, where she was scrubbing lemon juice off the countertops that had temporarily discolored.</div>
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They were mostly drawings, pens and ink and charcoal, quite a bit of them portraits, realistic but exaggerated, some imagined, some from old photos, deeply shadowed, the features dark and stormy. All of it had been stuffed haphazardly into a giant portfolio that had been shipped to New York months ago and just returned, so that Sony designers could go through it for album artwork (the cover, an abstracted, swirling, geometrical, multicolored hybrid female head, is hers). The pens and charcoal were bleeding.</div>
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I noticed an odd piece of paper. There was an insignia at the top, and it began “On January 28, 2009, Americans of all backgrounds will join together in unity and shared …”—it was part of an invitation to Barack Obama’s inauguration.</div>
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On it Fiona had scrawled many words, including the name “Attenborough,” and what appeared to be notes from a nature documentary. There was writing on both sides, including, on a back corner: <i>If I’m butter then he’s a hot knife. He makes my life a CinemaScope screen showing a dancing bird of paradise …</i>The documentary was apparently discussing natural life, in high and low altitudes. She noted:</div>
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<i>High: male looks alike; no need for plumes; has to gather food = only one wife<br /><br />Low: more food; females raise young alone; males concentrate on—</i></div>
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I could not make out the last word. I asked her if she could come help. She looked for a long time. It was, she agreed, tough to figure out. Then she smiled. I could hear the word ever so slightly crackling in her dry, dry mouth. It said <i>dancing</i>.<br />
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<b>With a spare new album showcasing her spectacular musicianship and a long summer tour to back it up, Fiona Apple seems intent on demonstrating the staying power of an enduring star. She opens up about personal demons and talks about her new life.</b></h2>
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<b>This is me dressed up,” jokes Fiona Apple, detailing her outfit as we sit in a secluded room off the lobby bar in Manhattan’s SoHo Grand Hotel. “These are vegan boots that I cut the tops off of because they were unattractive,” she says, raising a beat-up biker boot. “These are old tights that I got from my last round of the last album,” she says, pulling up her black maxiskirt to reveal crocheted burgundy tights, “and this,” she tugs on the arm of her comfy Mr. Rogers–style cardigan, “is a sweater that used to be much larger, but I washed it.” </b><br />
<b>Singer-songwriter Apple, 34, has always had a style all her own in just about everything she does, including her habit of surfacing with a new album only every five years or so.
Apple, who lives in California, has been holed up in her hotel room for a week with the flu. </b><br />
<b>She came down with it at the end of a seven-stop mini tour of intimate venues that met with rave reviews and lit up the Internet. She says her New York City support system has taken good care of her, especially her ex-boyfriend, the magician David Blaine, who plied her with lots of healthy soups and juices.
“I’m getting calls from people who I called when I had a fever and was talking in accents,” she says, rolling her eyes at herself. </b><br />
<b>“I’m not the type of person who drunk-dials. I must’ve been crazy.”
Apple’s fourth album, The Idler Wheel is wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords will serve you more Than Ropes will ever do, is just out (its first single, “Every Single Night,” was released in April), and she’ll be crisscrossing the country on a 27-city tour this summer. </b><br />
<b>During her exacting and perfectionistic live performances, Apple intermittently jumps up from her piano and stomps erratically around the stage, throwing her limbs about, blurting out amusing or mystifying comments between numbers; in person, she’s sprightly and delicate. Her features are classic, model-like: a creamy complexion, wide-set crystal-blue eyes, full lips, a slight frame. With her layered rag-doll style of dress and her long hair pinned back from her makeup-free face, she possesses an easy, just-rolled-out-of-bed kind of beauty. </b><br />
<b>It’s hard to believe that 15 years have passed since Apple made her loudmouthed entrance at the 1997 MTV Video Music Awards, where, just 19 years old, she blasted the system that made her a superstar with the release of her multiplatinum debut, Tidal, a year prior. “This world is bullshit,” she told her fans from the podium about her shiny new celebrity bubble. “And you shouldn’t model your life about what you think that we think is cool and what we’re wearing and saying and everything. Go with yourself.” </b><br />
<b>That tirade stirred up even more trouble than Apple had with the controversial video for her biggest single, “Criminal” (about being a bad girl who feels the need to be redeemed), in which, looking underweight and underage, she writhed around in her underwear. The speech was an emblematic moment for Apple: Music nerd wins popularity contest and deems it all a sham. </b><br />
<b>Yet she was widely perceived as an unappreciative overnight sensation who’d never had to pay her dues.
“I can understand why I was annoying to people,” Apple says now, wrapping her hands around a steaming mug of chamomile tea. “I was never somebody who grew up going, ‘I really want to be a singer in a band,’ and I never had any ambition toward anything, really. And I think I came off as ungrateful because I was." </b><br />
<b>Apple was born in New York City into a showbiz family; her mother is the singer Diane McAfee, her father the actor Brandon Maggart, and her sister and two half-brothers sing or act or direct professionally. She gave her demos to a music publicist for whom one of her friends babysat. The woman passed the tapes on to Andy Slater, now Apple’s manager, and she was signed to Sony Records at age 17. </b><br />
<b>“I never fought for it, I just kind of thought, I don’t know what else I’m going to do,” she admits with a shrug. “So when anything happened that I didn’t enjoy, it wasn’t like, ‘Oh, well, it’s all for my goal,’ because I didn’t have a goal, you know? I wasn’t able to hide my discomfort with what I was doing.” </b><br />
<b>Apple went on to release two more albums, 1999’s When the Pawn… (the title wasn’t just a couplet but a whole short poem), which almost went platinum, and 2005’s Extraordinary Machine, which only went gold but elicited the same high critical praise and regard for her songwriting and musicianship as her previous efforts. </b><br />
<b>This time around, she coproduced The Idler Wheel… with multi-instrumentalist and consummate session man Charley Drayton. The duo recorded at various times in 2010 in Santa Monica and Los Angeles, and aside from Sebastian Steinberg on acoustic bass and Apple’s older sister, cabaret singer Maude Maggart, on backing vocals on one track, the two shared all the musical duties. </b><br />
<b>The new album marks a striking departure from the large-ensemble, often orchestral arrangements that dominated Apple’s previous albums. She and Drayton agreed to stay unplugged for as long as they could in the recording process. </b><br />
<b>The resulting stark piano ballads with intricate melodies, changing time signatures, and a bluesy or jazzy, even Tom Waits–like feel make an elegant backdrop for Apple’s passionate and committed vocals, which range from cabaret-style formality to what almost sounds like the artist talking to herself. Dodging artfully around each tune are Drayton’s fluttery drumming, nimble-fingered percussion work, and plenty of found sounds of mostly indeterminate origin (one rhythm track is a recording of the two dancing on a truck). </b><br />
<b>“Fiona’s growing and taking bigger chances, an experience she needed to go through,” says Drayton. “I believe she’s not really aware of the size of her musical gift, which often makes me wonder where she finds her inspiration. Amongst all there is out there these days, we’re not challenged all that much. Fiona does not compromise how she feels, and why should she?” </b><br />
<b>There are far fewer portions of Angry Young Woman and finger-pointing at Apple’s past lovers—songs like the breakup anthem “Sleep to Dream,” which won her MTV’s Best New Artist award in 1997—on this album than in her earlier work; more songs are about her looking inward and figuring out what makes her tick. “It used to be that everyone else was wrong and I was right,” she says. “Maybe that’s growing up or something, because I absolutely don’t think everyone was so bad to me as I used to think.” </b><br />
<b>In the loping piano ballad “Left Alone,” she insistently interrogates herself, “How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?” </b><br />
<b>And on “Jonathan,” her tremulously funky tribute to the writer Jonathan Ames, who she says “saved my life” in the course of their five-year relationship, which recently ended, she sings about asking him to take her to Coney Island, adding in the song’s chorus, “I like watching you live.” </b><br />
<b>Like her music, Apple’s conversation ranges across conflicting emotions, swinging from elation and laugh-out-loud anecdotes to almost tortured confusion. But it seems that she has learned to appreciate her idiosyncrasies, though she says she’s still on medication to make her day-to-day life run more smoothly. </b><br />
<b>“I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder,” Apple recalls. “At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o’clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the paper-towel roll I threw in the recycling bin was uncomfortable, like it was lying the wrong way, and I would be down in the garbage.” </b><br />
<b>She grew increasingly frustrated at wasting valuable time when she could be writing songs, and after the last time she rifled through the trash she wrote a reminder to herself on her vintage 1930s chalkboard: “Don’t waste your crazy!” </b><br />
<b>Lately, Apple prefers to spend her days alone at home in Venice Beach, mainly staying indoors, opting to walk her dog, Janet, either before sunrise or after sunset. “I have no social life or anything like that,” she says. “I used to be really ashamed of it, but now I can just freely say that I don’t ever go anywhere or have people over.” </b><br />
<b>The one exception is Apple’s visits to Largo, the L.A. nightclub where she spends time with musicians she’s known for years, though even those excursions can bring on social anxiety. </b><br />
<b>“I still get psychosomatically ill going to Largo, to see my friends, getting in the car,” she says, “and my brother will take so fucking long—because my brother has to drive me everywhere—and I’ll start freaking out, and it won’t stop until I’m actually there.” </b><br />
<b>Apple, who’s thinking about moving back to New York City, says she’s newly single and content with it; she doesn’t see herself ever marrying or having children. But nowadays she takes life in stride. She says she even smiles when she reads criticism of herself because it just reminds her not to take the big, bad world of showbiz all that seriously. </b><br />
<b>“I’ve now lived and seen enough,” she says, “to know that I could go right back on that stage like when I was a kid and say, ‘This world is bullshit, don’t worry about it, just go and do your thing.’ I totally stand by that.”
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Including thoughts on her new music video, writing for Judd Apatow, being "not functional enough to be in a relationship," and much more</h2>
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In a <a href="http://pitchfork.com/features/interviews/8853-fiona-apple/" style="color: #ef4135; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">new Pitchfork interview</a>, <a href="http://pitchfork.com/artists/116-fiona-apple/" style="color: #ef4135; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Fiona Apple</a> discussed everything from her love of slideshows to her dying dog and her parents' relationship. But the seven years in between her last album, 2005's <i><a href="http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/11639-extraordinary-machine-jon-brion-version-extraordinary-machine/" style="color: #ef4135; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Extraordinary Machine</a></i>, and <a href="http://pitchfork.com/news/45999-fiona-apple-reveals-album-tracklist-artwork/" style="color: #ef4135; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><i>The Idler Wheel...</i></a>, out June 19, was a long time, and she had an endless amount of interesting things to say. Here are even more quotes from our chat that didn't make it into the final piece.</div>
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I told [director] Joey [Cahill] just to come up with a bunch of things and just do things to me and put me in situations and surprise me. One thing I wanted to have happen was to be covered in snails. I laid in a bed of soil and they put snails all over me. And then they brought in shit that I would not have asked for. He put a dead squid on my head. </div>
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I used to love to put snails on my arm-- I have a bunch of pictures. I used to put half a watermelon out in my yard overnight and then go out there in the middle of the night and take pictures of them, like macro pictures of the snails sipping the watermelon. I would love to sit there and put them on my arm. I don’t know, it just helped me think. I really like snails a lot.</div>
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<b>On pretending her dog is dead:</b></div>
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What first made me think of doing that was this guy who used to come around the old Largo [club in Los Angeles]. He was really sick for a long time and every time you saw him, you thought it was going to be the last time you saw him. Everyone was friends with him. It went on for like two years where I would think that he was dead. But I would see him in the club and he was there again. If he didn't show up I would think, "Maybe he's not dead. Maybe he's just not here tonight."</div>
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<b>On feelings:</b></div>
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I'm not religious or anything, but now when I'm sad, I do a lot of kneeling on the ground and thanking whatever. Just for me, to acknowledge something and and make it physical so that it sets in. The thing I will say always is, "Thank you for my problems and I send my love everywhere." I am generalizing-- there are problems that just fuckin' suck and are terrible-- but problems like being sad or having your heart broken aren't any less valuable than happiness is. So when things are really bad, nowadays I recognize the value in it because I know it is going to make me appreciate happiness in the future way more.</div>
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<b>On writing, motivation, and Judd Apatow:</b></div>
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I can also be motivated. Judd Apatow, I wrote a song for his movie. I was like, "Give me assignments. I love assignments." His music supervisor Jonathan Karp, who is actually an old friend of mine, said, "Would you ever write a song for a movie?" He was thinking I was gonna say no, but I was like, "Hello yeah, I love it when people give me assignments."</div>
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I wish I was one of those people who just sat around and made art. I'll set it up, but I don't know if I will be creative when doing something. But I like making something for somebody [else]. I can move a lot faster, I just don't.</div>
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<b>On kickstarting the album writing process:</b></div>
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I think really it was the excitement that I felt when [band mate and producer] Charley [Drayton] and I had that first night and we were playing together. We recorded over period of a year and a half, at least, in two-week periods whenever he had time to come out [to L.A.] I knew that I didn’t want anyone else to know that I was doing it so that I could do it however I wanted. Then once Charlie and I started working together on the album that first night, that was just exciting. For me, there will always be a little bit of a song around. Like men have to shave their faces if they don’t want a beard. It's kind of one of those upkeep things.</div>
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<b>On the songs on the album:</b></div>
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"Periphery" could have been on an old album. It was a song that I had tried to do [earlier], but it had just not really worked out. Everything else was written for <i>The Idler Wheel</i>. There were a few things that were written a few years ago. "Valentine" was written a few years ago, "Jonathan" was written when I first started going out with Jonathan [Ames]. I don't remember writing any of it. That's probably just because it happens gradually.</div>
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<b>On "Jonathan" and her relationship with Jonathan Ames:</b></div>
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It was comforting to be held by him. It was really just about me thinking that I am not functional enough to be in a relationship, which I still kind of think. He hates it because he has a girlfriend now. I'll be like "What do you guys do?" and he thinks that I'm being like...I just really want to know. Like what does a functional girlfriend...like you guys go places, she cooks dinner. You know, seeing all the things actual women do because I don't know what the hell people do with me.</div>
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<b>On her comeback:</b></div>
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Now I know that I don't have to go out on stage thinking, "I've got to do this to make it a good show." I just know that you have to go out and be yourself and go out and be honest. I'm really happy that people like it because it means that I don't have to do anything fake. That feeling that you don't have anything to hide-- like you're going to court but you're innocent: "Yeah, I'll answer all your questions." I don't have to worry about hiding anything that's myself.</div>
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<b>On sleeplessness and embarrassment:</b></div>
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When I was a kid, I was so constantly making a fool of myself at school. At night, one of the reasons why I didn't want to go to bed was that I had this vision of myself walking through the cafeteria and tripping and falling and everyone laughing, giving them another reason to laugh at me. When I tried to count sheep, I could not get a sheep over the fence. It would trip and fall. I found it funny even then, but now I just think that's hilarious. That hoof just catches on the fence and they trip.</div>
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