not yet I don't!

Just because her album announcement this week made me want to shout out into the night darkness: WHY FIONA WHY U TAKE SO LONG!?

And then I realized (with Natalia’s help) that that song was written for idiots like me. I’m a fool to pressure Fiona.

Fiona Apple - Love Ridden

I’ve looked at you with the focus I gave to my birthday candles.

I’ve missed Fiona so much, I decided I would have a Fiona Apple appreciation day, and it’s all I’ve been listening to.

Days like this, I don’t know what to do with myself, all day and all night. I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath, I say to myself, “I need fuel to take flight.” And there’s too much going on, but it’s calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

Is that why they call me a sullen girl— sullen girl? They don’t know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea. But he washed me ashore and he took my pearl, and left an empty shell of me. And there’s too much going on, but it’s clam under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.

Fiona Apple - The First Taste

I’m building memories on things we have not said
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly, my love

Fiona Apple - It Was Just a Plastic Bag, from Fiona Apple iTunes Originals

With ‘Paper Bag’, I was in my father’s car, we were driving to the grocery store, and —this is an idea of how long it takes me to even deal with writing a song— this was during the recording of the first album, and I was miserable. And it was like a Saturday and my dad and I were driving to the grocery store, and I was just, you know, sitting, sulking, and I looked up into the sky and I saw this white dove! And I thought that, I- I have like, incredible— I used to have a terrible problem with um, uh— everything was a symbol to me, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it was way in full swing then, so like everything that I saw meant, you know, life or death. So, I look up into the sky and I’m all sulking and I see this white dove and I thought “Oh! Oh okay, everything’s okay!” I mean, I swung up way into this high, and I was like “Oh it’s great, everything, oh, white dove!” and it really started falling and it was— it was just a plastic bag. It was a plastic bag. And so, of course, I just dropped again. But then it was stuck in my head, and later on that was kinda like “Oh there it is, the rule of my life, it always looks like it’s gonna be something great but then it’s just a damn plastic bag. But you know, I made it a paper bag because paper bag sounds better. And I just thought of that, and the image always stayed in my head and it didn’t make any sense in my life until years later, and then, you know, I grabbed it from the back of my head and made a song out of it. But lots of times that kind of stuff happens, where I’ll notice something and then I’ll ignore it and it’ll come back at some point.