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"  This is me dressed up,&amp;quot; jokes Fiona \u00ADApple, detailing her outfit as we sit in a secluded room off the lobby bar in Manhattan&amp;#039;s SoHo Grand \u00ADHotel. &amp;quot;These are vegan boots that I cut the tops off of because they were un\u00ADattractive,&amp;quot; she says, raising a beat-up biker boot. &amp;quot;These are old tights that I got from my last round of the last album,&amp;quot; she says, pulling up her black maxiskirt to reveal crocheted burgundy tights, &amp;quot;and this,&amp;quot; she tugs on the arm of her \u00ADcomfy Mr. Rogers\u2013style cardigan, &amp;quot;is a sweater that used to be much larger, but I washed it.&amp;quot; Singer-songwriter Apple, 34, has always had a style all her own in just about everything she does, including her habit of surfacing with a new album only every five years or so. Apple, who lives in California, has been holed up in her\u00AD \u00ADhotel room for a week with the flu. She came down with it at the end of a seven-stop mini tour of \u00ADintimate \u00ADvenues that met with rave reviews and lit up the Internet. She says her New York City support \u00ADsystem has taken good care of her, especially her ex-boyfriend, the magician David Blaine, who plied her with lots of healthy soups and \u00ADjuices. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m getting calls from people who I called when I had a fever and was talking in accents,&amp;quot; she says, rolling her eyes at herself. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not the type of person who drunk-dials. I must&amp;#039;ve been crazy.&amp;quot; Apple&amp;#039;s fourth album, The Idler Wheel is wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords will serve you more Than Ropes will ever do, is just out (its first single, &amp;quot;Every Single Night,&amp;quot; was released in April), and she&amp;#039;ll be crisscrossing the country on a 27-city tour this summer. During her exacting and perfectionistic live performances, Apple intermittently jumps up from her piano and stomps erratically around the stage, throwing her limbs about, blurting out amusing or mystifying comments \u00ADbetween numbers; in person, she&amp;#039;s sprightly and deli\u00ADcate. Her features are classic, \u00ADmodel-like: a creamy complexion, wide-set \u00ADcrystal-blue eyes, full lips, a slight frame. With her \u00ADlayered rag-doll style of dress and her long hair pinned back from her \u00ADmakeup-free face, she possesses an easy, just-rolled-out-of-bed kind of beauty. It&amp;#039;s hard to believe that 15 years have passed since Apple made her loudmouthed entrance at the 1997 MTV Video Music Awards, where, just 19 years old, she blasted the system that made her a \u00ADsuperstar with the release of her multiplatinum debut, Tidal, a year prior. &amp;quot;This world is bullshit,&amp;quot; she told her fans from the podium about her shiny new celebrity bubble. &amp;quot;And you shouldn&amp;#039;t model your life about what you think that we think is cool and what we&amp;#039;re wearing and saying and everything. Go with yourself.&amp;quot; That tirade stirred up even more \u00ADtrouble than Apple had with the controversial video for her biggest single, &amp;quot;Criminal&amp;quot; (about being a bad girl who feels the need to be redeemed), in which, looking underweight and underage, she writhed around in her underwear. The speech was an \u00ADemblematic moment for Apple: Music nerd wins popularity contest and deems it all a sham. Yet she was widely perceived as an unappreciative overnight sensation who&amp;#039;d never had to pay her dues. &amp;quot;I can understand why I was annoying to people,&amp;quot; Apple says now, wrapping her hands around a steaming mug of chamomile tea. &amp;quot;I was never somebody who grew up going, `I really want to be a singer in a band,&amp;#039; and I never had any ambition \u00ADtoward anything, really. And I think I came off as ungrateful because I was.&amp;quot; Apple was born in New York City into a showbiz family; her mother is the singer Diane McAfee, her father the actor Brandon Maggart, and her sister and two half-brothers sing or act or direct profession\u00ADally. She gave her demos to a \u00ADmusic publicist for whom one of her friends baby\u00ADsat. The woman passed the tapes on to Andy Slater, now Apple&amp;#039;s manager, and she was signed to Sony \u00ADRecords at age 17. &amp;quot;I never fought for it, I just kind of thought, I don&amp;#039;t know what else I&amp;#039;m going to do,&amp;quot; she admits with a shrug. &amp;quot;So when anything happened that I didn&amp;#039;t enjoy, it wasn&amp;#039;t like, `Oh, well, it&amp;#039;s all for my goal,&amp;#039; because I didn&amp;#039;t have a goal, you know? I wasn&amp;#039;t able to hide my discomfort with what I was doing.&amp;quot; Apple went on to release two more \u00ADalbums, 1999&amp;#039;s When the Pawn... (the title wasn&amp;#039;t just a couplet but a whole short poem), which almost went platinum, and 2005&amp;#039;s Extraordinary Machine, which only went gold but \u00ADelicited the same high critical praise and regard for her songwriting and musicianship as her previous efforts. This time around, she coproduced The Idler Wheel... with multi-\u00ADinstrumentalist and consummate \u00ADsession man \u00ADCharley Drayton. The duo recorded at \u00ADvarious times in 2010 in \u00ADSanta \u00ADMonica and Los Angeles, and aside from Sebas\u00ADtian Steinberg on acoustic bass and \u00ADApple&amp;#039;s older \u00ADsister, cabaret singer Maude \u00ADMaggart, on backing \u00ADvocals on one track, the two shared all the musical \u00ADduties. The new album marks a striking depar\u00ADture from the large-ensemble, often orches\u00ADtral arrangements that domi\u00ADnated Apple&amp;#039;s previous albums. She and Drayton agreed to stay unplugged for as long as they could in the recording process. The resulting stark piano ballads with intricate melodies, changing time signatures, and a bluesy or jazzy, even Tom Waits\u2013like feel make an elegant backdrop for Apple&amp;#039;s passionate and committed vocals, which range from cabaret-style formality to what almost sounds like the artist talking to herself. Dodging artfully around each tune are Drayton&amp;#039;s fluttery drumming, nimble-fingered \u00ADpercussion work, and plenty of found sounds of \u00ADmostly indeterminate origin (one rhythm track is a recording of the two dancing on a truck). &amp;quot;Fiona&amp;#039;s growing and taking bigger chances, an experience she needed to go through,&amp;quot; says Drayton. &amp;quot;I believe she&amp;#039;s not really aware of the size of her musical gift, which often makes me wonder where she finds her \u00ADinspiration. Amongst all there is out there these days, we&amp;#039;re not challenged all that much. Fiona does not compromise how she feels, and why should she?&amp;quot; There are far fewer portions of \u00ADAngry Young Woman and finger-pointing at \u00ADApple&amp;#039;s past lovers\u2014songs like the breakup anthem &amp;quot;Sleep to Dream,&amp;quot; which won her MTV&amp;#039;s Best New Artist award in 1997\u2014on this album than in her earlier work; more songs are about her looking inward and figuring out what makes her tick. &amp;quot;It used to be that everyone else was wrong and I was right,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;Maybe that&amp;#039;s growing up or something, because I absolutely don&amp;#039;t think everyone was so bad to me as I used to think.&amp;quot; In the loping piano ballad &amp;quot;Left Alone,&amp;quot; she insistently interrogates herself, &amp;quot;How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?&amp;quot; And on &amp;quot;Jonathan,&amp;quot; her tremulously funky tribute to the writer Jonathan Ames, who she says &amp;quot;saved my life&amp;quot; in the course of their five-year relationship, which recently ended, she sings about asking him to take her to Coney Island, adding in the song&amp;#039;s chorus, &amp;quot;I like watching you live.&amp;quot; Like her music, Apple&amp;#039;s conversation ranges across conflicting emotions, swinging from elation and laugh-out-loud anecdotes to \u00ADalmost tortured confusion. But it seems that she has learned to appreciate her idiosyncrasies, though she says she&amp;#039;s still on medication to make her day-to-day life run more smoothly. &amp;quot;I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder,&amp;quot; Apple recalls. &amp;quot;At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o&amp;#039;clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the \u00ADpaper-towel roll I threw in the recycling bin was uncomfortable, like it was lying the wrong way, and I would be down in the garbage.&amp;quot; She grew increasingly frustrated at wasting valuable time when she could be writing songs, and after the last time she rifled through the trash she wrote a reminder to herself on her vintage 1930s chalkboard: &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t waste your crazy!&amp;quot; Lately, Apple prefers to spend her days alone at home in Venice Beach, mainly staying indoors, opting to walk her dog, Janet, either before sunrise or after sunset. &amp;quot;I have no social life or anything like that,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;I used to be \u00ADreally ashamed of it, but now I can just freely say that I don&amp;#039;t ever go anywhere or have people over.&amp;quot; The one exception is Apple&amp;#039;s visits to \u00ADLargo, the L.A. nightclub where she spends time with musicians she&amp;#039;s known for years, though even those excur\u00ADsions can bring on social anxiety. &amp;quot;I still get psychosomatically ill going to Largo, to see my friends, getting in the car,&amp;quot; she says, &amp;quot;and my brother will take so fucking long\u2014because my brother has to drive me everywhere\u2014and I&amp;#039;ll start freaking out, and it won&amp;#039;t stop until I&amp;#039;m \u00ADactually there.&amp;quot; Apple, who&amp;#039;s thinking about moving back to New York City, says she&amp;#039;s newly single and content with it; she doesn&amp;#039;t see herself ever marrying or \u00ADhaving children. But nowadays she takes life in stride. She says she even smiles when she reads criticism of herself because it just reminds her not to take the big, bad world of showbiz all that seriously. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve now lived and seen enough,&amp;quot; she says, &amp;quot;to know that I could go right back on that stage like when I was a kid and say, `This world is bullshit, don&amp;#039;t worry about it, just go and do your thing.&amp;#039; I totally stand by that.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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