Fiona Apple composed and performed her second album, Fiona Apple’s Second Album, The Title Of Which Is Too Humiliating To Actually Acknowledge Or Say when she was just 22 years old. At that age, Elvis Costello just barely released My Aim Is True, and Lennon/McCartney were peddling The “Please Please Me” 7″/A Hard Day’s Night, respectively. It was released 10 years ago today; it is a perfect album (one of depressingly few).
Which is to say, that when Paul McCartney was rhyming “dog” with “log,” Fiona Apple was writing this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAcaUtlj8NE&feature=related (in case the embed doesn’t work out)
So, in honor of that perfection, I will deign, for one day only (for another five or ten years or so), to call it by its full, Christian name. Hand-typed, each word said out loud to myself as written, willingly stifling the cringes of recognition (of its terrible sincerity), content in the irony that the work to which it was attached happens to be the Exact One Thing (In The World) that could conceivably redeem its unrepentant earnestness:
When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight And he’ll win the whole thing ‘fore he enters the ring There’s no body to batter when your mind is your might So when you go solo, you hold your own hand And remember that depth is the greatest of heights And if you know where you stand, then you know where to land And if you fall it won’t matter, cuz you’ll know that you’re right