Questlove got his Conrad Hilton on and hit us up late last night with one of those could-only-happen-on-Okayplayer exclusives that make this job the music-blog equivalent of Mad Men–in this case an exclusive statement from music icon Fiona Apple, naming names and kickin apples in the matter of her alleged walk-off at a Louis Vuitton event in Japan a few days ago, a move which was panned by a number of outlets, including (but not limited to) Spin Mag. Read on for Questo’s missive and Ms. Apple’s no hold-barred-statement:
there’s a portion of my book that deals with the struggle of embracing “bad” music that’s effective vs “good” music that’s boring. this can also be applied to being an “artiste” vs being a celebrity. celebrity is basking in the cult of personality. its when your life surpasses your art. true artists create without monetary motivation and pretty much move on their own time. yet i dont find fault with either side–everyone needs a hero. everyone needs creative people to marvel at too. i often find myself in the dead center of this struggle. i got true “artist” pals that frankly are f****ps, i know marginally “gifted” people that are geniuses in using their limited resources to maximize their power….and honestly? i’m fascinated. but on the other side i’ve seen gifted geniuses make lightning in a bottle, an effortless marvel and i’ve scratched my heads figuring out how so and so ascended so fast to their success. sometimes when the two are mixed (put an “artist” in front of a celeb crazy environment) and well?……..
this week i saw two colleagues dance with the devil with less than desirable results. one of them (Fiona–who is gun-shy at social media-ing) emailed and requested i release her statement concerning her so called “meltdown” last week.
if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, if you could tweet to the twits who call themselves journalists (example Chris Martins of sit-and-Spin Magazine) that I FINISHED MY SET!!! I did my job, and they should do theirs too–They all miss the fact that there is a difference between the back-of-the-room-chatter that is simply annoying,–and the operatic drunken blather, or the heckling that is really just INTERRUPTING that makes it impossible for us to do our jobs. I hope your readers are already hip to the fact that they are consistently lied to… no apologies. -Fiona.