I’ve never been a big re-writer or eraser. I don’t tend to write things down until they are what is in my head. With this album, I didn’t question that came out of my brain or mouth. I just decided to spit everything out and accept as it was and not go back and change anything. I don’t really remember writing the songs. I don’t remember them being at an in-between stage. I remember the beginning and I remember them being done.
Fiona Apple on Her New Album, Lana Del Rey, and Reading Blogs
There’s one person’s LiveJournal that I’ve read for the past few years. It’s really two people—they’re a couple and they live in Boston and they foster pit bulls. For some reason I clung onto them five or six years ago. I don’t know how I found them, but I check in on both of them all the time. I sent the guy a book he was saying he wanted. I hoped he’d write on his blog, “A mysterious stranger sent me the book I wanted,” but he never did.
This is amazing.
