"Fiona Apple made we want to blow my brains out and then catch the Ebola virus. She was fucked up. I mean that literally. She was wacked out of her gourd. Like Death's little sister who went into music instead of the collecting of souls, and silently shouts 'Look at me! Look at me!'"
Death's Little Sister
My buddy Cliff, who went to see Coldplay last night, told me they were in fact, not depressing, "even for you". So I stand corrected. They're apparently quite dynamic live.
Fiona Apple, on the other hand? As he described it, and I hope he doesn't care if I run this, because its the funniest thing I've read all day:
Sometimes you read a passage so patently original, so hilarious, you wish you'd written yourself. This is one of those.
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