The new Fiona Apple is great. I’d imagine it’d be even better if I was just getting over a breakup. Unfortunately, playlists in my current rotation include schmultzy stuff like “She” by Elvis Costello and “Always a Woman” by Billy Joel. Damn serotonin. If Fiona walked in on me painting my nails pink while listening to such drivel, she’d surely punch me in the face. Then I’d come to my senses and we’d sing “Shadowboxer” at the nearest karaoke joint.
