LAST NIGHT FIONA APPLE PLAYED WOLF TRAP:
and we went.
SHE first performed on the stage at Wolftrap before she was even born.
Her father was in a production of South Pacific and now 29 years later the little lady is all on her own,
no Roger and Hammerstein frills and thrills, with just her voice and a piano,to rule the wooded stage.
AND TOTO, we sure are NOT IN THE CARRIBEAN NO MORE
The sound Obviously needs no introduction, deep, and throaty and heartbreakingly raw at times it is the reason why in 1995 in the midst of
feminist rock girls with pianos, and Lillith Fair Redux the tiny teenager slithering around in the Criminal video gained world wide
And it is still there.
In complete contrast Fiona herself is tiny, with a large almost tribal looking updo, and a blue flowy dress that she herself joked made her look
like a giant inkblot to those of us on the lawn.
The songs provoked the expected grass dancing from girls with long hair and tie dyed skirts,
and when Paper Bag came on Emily and Becca hugged their knees and were in their own world for 3 odd minutes.
Because that is the effect Fiona has on you, she pulls you in, her voice searing, almost sounding like she is speaking in tongues,
a high priestess of wasted unconditional love singing to her enchanted followers
and even me who, admittedly, enjoys the occasional Fiona moment tho am more of the persuasion of buying music that is
intended to make me feel happy.
And even though some may argue that Wolf Trap is not an intimate enough setting for her, we felt that in a smaller environment your heart
would just end up broken into a million pieces by the sheer pain in her.
This way, a glass of wine in hand, some girls and berries by your side,
lying on the paisley duvet you stole from your parents cabin
a starry night
and some trees around to make you feel hugged
you are able to only shiver, and not shudder with pain when the tiny girl says:
I´ve been a BBBBBBAAAAAAAD BAD girl.
make the most of it, for she is an EXTRAORDINARY machine.