Фиона Епъл – портрет на завършен артист

Фиона Епъл е артист, който се откроява през годините, но защо?

Фиона има пет албума в инвентара си, което не е много за изпълнител с 25 години на сцена. Със сигурност обаче, както се казва, “няма слабо”. От Tidal, който излиза, когато е едва на 19, и я изстрелва нависоко, до Fetch the Bolt Cutters, който излезе тази година и получи най-високата възможна оценка от критиците на Pitchfork и Metacritics.

Четейки текстовете ѝ, откривам интересните метафори, които използва, виждам колко отличителен е начинът ѝ на писане и защо според голяма група от хора тя е един от най-талантливите текстописци, с които разполагаме днес. Слушайки песните ѝ, се запознавам с увлекателното ѝ чувство за ритъм и особените инструментали, които правят музиката ѝ толкова “Фиона Епъл стил”.

Ревизирайки музиката ѝ от начало до край, усетих това, което винаги усещам, когато я слушам – искреност.

И като завършек – ето го отговора на въпроса, който зададох в началото: Фиона Епъл се откроява, защото разполага с качествата, които търсим в един артист.

On the Bound (When the Pawn…,1999)

I don’t know what I’m doing, don’t know, should I change my mind?
I can’t decide, there’s too many variations to consider
No thing I do don’t do no thing but bring me more to do
It’s true, I do imbue my blue unto myself, I make it bitter

Please Please Please (Extraordinary Machine, 2005)

Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they’re petty
They’ve been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I’m so tired of crying
You’d think I was a siren
But me and everybody’s on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brains screaming

Relay (Fetch the Bolt Cutters, 2020)

I resent you for being raised right
I resent you for being tall
I resent you for never getting any opposition at all
I resent you for having each other
I resent you for being so sure
I resent you presenting your life like a fucking propaganda brochure

Daredevil (The Idler Wheel…, 2012)

Say I’m an airplane
And the gashes I got from my heartbreak
Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing
And I use them to give me a lift
Hip hip for the lift
Hip hip for the drag
I want them all in my bag
Oh give me anything and I’ll turn it into a gift

Shameika (Fetch the Bolt Cutters, 2020)

I used to march down the windy, windy sidewalks
Slapping my leg with a riding crop
Thinking it made me come off so tough
I didn’t smile, because a smile always seemed rehearsed
I wasn’t afraid of the bullies, and that just made the bullies worse

Not About Love (Extraordinary Machine, 2005)

Conversation, once colored by esteem
Became dialogue
As a diagram of a play for blood
– Took a vacation; my palate got clean
Now I can taste your agenda
While you’re spitting your cud

Every Single Night (The Idler Wheel…, 2012)

If what I am is what I am
‘Cause I does what I does
Then brother get back, ’cause my breast’s gonna bust open
The rib is the shell
And a heart is the yolk
And I just made a meal for us both to choke on

Heavy Balloon (Fetch the Bolt Cutters, 2020)

In the middle of the day, it’s like the sun
But the Saharan one, it’s staring me down
Forcing all forms of life inside of me to retreat underground
It grows relentless like the teeth of a rat
It’s just got to keep on gnawing at me
And it constricts like a boa on a hose, nothing flows
So the pressure grows instead of the seed

Hot Knife (The Idler Wheel…, 2012)

He excites me
Must be like the Genesis of Rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I’m with him
If I’m butter, if I’m butter
If I’m butter then he’s a hot knife
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen
Showing a dancing bird of paradise

Sleep to Dream (Tidal, 1996)

I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool but you just run to hide
And I can’t abide
I got my feet on the ground
And I don’t go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you’re not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don’t forget what I told you; don’t come around, I got my own hell to raise

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