Day 29 (April 17): Fiona Apple - Cosmonauts

Fiona Apple 'Fetch The Bolt Cutters' Review: A Wild, Frenzied ...
Keeping up with indie music is hard. It's a cosmic treadmill populated by legions of improbably cool and cultured people with encyclopaedic knowledge of singer-songwriters. I have learned the hard way that it is a fool's game to believe that one could ever master the treadmill.

Still, I'm trying my best not to die on the treadmill, which brings us to another new music Friday, an important reminder that it's Friday, and that Friday still exists. New music Friday is a great time for me to realise how little I know about things, such as the beloved singer-songwriter Fiona Apple, an acclaimed artist who I'm ashamed to say I had literally never heard of before today. I know.

Today's song of the day is "Cosmonauts" from har new album Fetch the Bolt Cutters, a highlight of a a ridiculously good, triumphant and emotionally searing album that I think I am only able to understand a very small percentage of.

Fiona Apple's music, from the tiny bit my hopeless neophyte self has learned, has a kind of fantastic emotional balance going, where it can tip into fury or deep vulnerability and back at any given point, and, well, just look at how this song progresses to this final minute. It's quite a thing.

I look forward to discovering the latest 10/10 on Pitchfork who is completely new to me next Friday.
We all need that kind of structure in our lives.

 

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