my IOU to Fiona Apple
Dear Fiona,
I owe you approximately $US 10 for downloading your album “Extraordinary Machine” which has been suppressed by your record company Sony. I will pay for this as soon as Sony decides to respect your artistic ability and release this record. If you haven’t done so already, I would suggest that you speak with Aimee Mann, who also suffered at the hands of tyrannical record companies. Aimee Mann seems a lot happier since she decided to go it alone and ditch her record company which had such a fundamentally different vision of what makes good music.
On the off-chance that Extraordinary Machine has been leaked deliberately as part of an unconventional marketing campaign, I would be extremely surprised and slightly disappointed, but I would forgive you, because it is a very good album.
Dear Fiona Apple,
I am a great fan of your music and I think you are the most amazing person I have ever known about.
You truely inspired me at the hardest times of my life, and you inspire me now to learn to accept myself and all my flaws.
I know all of your lyrics by heart, and there is not one day where I don't sing your music.
It amazes me to learn about you and that you are so similar in personality to me. I feel as though your music allows me to hear my feelings, because you have the perfect words to describe about your own feelings and those words also mean a lot to my life.
Your amazing, the most amazing human being, and your the best musician in my world. Your new songs are astonishing. You really moved my soul when I heard the lyrics, "My piece and quiet was stolen from me, when I was looking with calm affections you were searching out my imperfections, What wasted unconditional love, on somebody who doesn't believe in the stuff...."
It is so strange that your life's emotions areso simialr to mine, and these words really help me in the hardest times.
I truelly lov eyour music and absolutely everything about you, your new album is outstanding and so differnt compared to Tidal and When The Pawn.
My only wish in this world would be to meet you, and I just wanted you to know that you have a fan like me.
If Fiona herself reads this message, I just want youto know..your the most amazing person in the world
Sincerely, *mathilda
Posted by: Mathilda | May 09, 2005 at 05:21 AM
I myself am moved by every word that Fiona sings. She carries me through on the dismal days and inspires me through the beautiful ones. It's as if each album came out at the stage of my life that I was going through. I will be forever grateful to her lyrics because I ride them through these days and they are what keeps me strong...they are what keeps me sane when I feel all alone...her music and her lyrics are a part of me and never did I believe that I would be so truly inspired by an artist. The sad part of life is that to be inspired by Fionas' music to such a great extent can only mean that pain is carried along the way as I travel down the road of life. Born old, living life sadly wise....
Posted by: Margaret | July 26, 2005 at 04:06 AM
Hi!,....well actually I don't know what is this page about, I find it at google....and I'm from Argentina so.....my english sucks!!.......but I'll make my best to express myself!.
I got a question from anyone who can help me: where can I find someway to contact Fiona???!...I know that probably she wouldn't read what I want to say to her....but I just want make the try!!!!....
Please if someone know about any address or something, contact me!!....it's very important to me!!!...
Well I must be expresing myself very badly so I better go!!!....bye, good luck for all of you!!
Posted by: Julie | August 05, 2005 at 02:42 AM
you will make the best to express yourself!whatever,good luck and you are the best...
Posted by: azhar | October 30, 2005 at 03:59 AM
Dear Fiona Apple,
I have taken the liberty of basing your song Not About Love on a vignette I wrote. It’s silly, really, and I am not at all obsessed with you, I just felt inspired one day after driving home from work. And that is very rare for me.
But, anyway, I hope you read it, at least. I’m not saying it’s very good, but it’s sort of meaningful to me.
Sincerely,
Charlie Lynch
Set to NOT ABOUT LOVE
It’s March. The snow is melting and the matted grass is beginning to show. The trees are bare and the sky is overcast. A bleak day, really. A dark blue Focus takes the corner driving too fast. The music is loud in the car- too loud, also.
Inside, the girl’s eyes are focused, reddish and worn, tired. Something has kept her awake, disrupted a routine she’s learned to find comforting. Her neck bends back abruptly- a snap in sync with the song. The pillowy full lips purse; her brow indents.
Her foot hits the floor.
***
He has trash to take out. Opening the door with one hand, grabbing the bag with the other, his cigarette droops in his mouth as ash ebbs off to the cement step. He throws it in, takes his hand to his mouth and pauses there. He takes a long drag and looks to the leaden sky. His exhale is full of fatigue, guilt. His head falls annular- half circle towards the ground.
About to step back in the kitchen, so tacky and incongruous for them to live in, he hears a engine rumble. He looks up.
***
Flooring it still, she takes the turn without heed. In her sights is him: him and his trash can and his cigarette and his stupid hat and his ridiculous face. She pushes the petal further to the floor.
Suddenly, she’s ripped out of the car as the roof is torn off. Soaring aslant, she feels thick cord pulling her upwards- a string. He has been wrenched up, too, flying towards her. Without warning, both of them are placed on a hardwood floor, pristinely polished. The wallpaper is salmon- colored with beige diamonds planted symmetrically all around them. A dollhouse.
She notices him- as weary as she is. Then she remembers her rage.
Darting towards him, he sidesteps to curtail her attack. She lunges back, throwing her extended palm at his face. She swings again and again, kicking and thrusting. All of her assaults are thwarted. He’s bigger.
She’s shouting; trying to, at least, but nothing comes out. She keeps on the offense, punching and yelling circles around him while everything she does is ineffectual and hopeless. To make it worse, his eyes are wet with tears and remorse, pleading for her forgiveness. His face begins to remind her of her own, which only makes her more upset.
One more smack. One last bellow. Then she turns: one graceful motion. Eyes clearing fresh, she inhales deeply then looks up to the window. The uniform windows on either side reveal something familiar and forgotten outside, something bright. Though she remembers the outrage that drove her moments ago, the feeling that pushed her to this place, she tries to forget it by focusing on what that is outside.
She steps toward the door without looking back.
And the strings drop behind her.
Posted by: charles | December 28, 2005 at 09:29 AM
Hey everyone!
I found out about this AWESOME and EXCLUSIVE Fiona interview and you have to check it out. It's called "15 minutes". It is a feature at mtvU.com where an extreme fan gets 15 minutes to interview their favorite star, and this week Fiona is being featured!!! Here is the website where you can check it out.
www.mtvu.com/on_mtvu/15_minutes_with
Enjoy:)
Kristin
Posted by: Kristin | March 18, 2006 at 09:54 PM
Yes I know a way you can all contact her.Go on vip.com pay with your credit card and get her email address.of course i didn't do it.
DEAR FIONA APPLE, how the fuck can you allow them to sell your personal info online?You and your speech all about the bullshit and the system, wtf is wrong with you people?I will always love your music but an artist that doesn't give a shit about her fans is not an artist i will respect.
Sincerely yours,
FUCKING ME!
Posted by: Katia | January 06, 2008 at 06:49 AM
Dearest Fiona Apple:
I am sure your eyes will never grace this message, however, it is comforting to feel I'm actually publishing an issue about you.
My feelings are quite similar to the second poster, yet.. I still felt the need to compose my own. Maybe it's the fact that you are the only living being I know of that actually fulfills my expectives. Someone who fills me up inside, and expresses a feeling so deep as to fill up mine also. It isn't clear to me the fundamental reason of why I admire such a being.
I adore and admire your capacity, Fiona.
All my support,
oxox,
Ive
Posted by: Ive | February 24, 2008 at 03:09 PM