When I lived in Los Angeles, I found the weather boring. It was almost always the same every day!
Warm, no clouds. Warm, no clouds. Warm, no clouds.
And while for some that may seem like a piece of heaven, for me it made time non-existent. I didn’t feel days pass or time; it all felt the same, like a wheel on a well-paved road. I like bumps in the road to jar me into reality. So it is not surprising to me that most of my activities this month relate to things indoors.
That’s just how I roll…
Fiona Apple’s The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do
Am I the only one that loves it when Apple does these long titles? There is something wonderfully “out there” about doing it. And speaking of “out there” in many ways this album feels more experimental than her previous CDs; surprising, since this is her first album in 7 years. Her demons are still tormenting her and make appearances in every songs, but there are also wonderful little moments of innocence and beauty, under the slighty out-of-tune piano and tribal drummings and random chantings. (more…)
The Stories of Scott D. Southard 