I realize that most of the artists I love are crazy, and I mean by that, dealing with serious mental issues and going through bad shit… that’s probably what makes their art so interesting, the unavoidable cliché of the tortured artist comes to mind, but it is a fact that bipolar disorder affects a high percentage of artists, poets, writers and musicians… professionals have even a term for this, ‘the Sylvia Plath effect’.
It seems that Fiona Apple has some sort of this ‘mad’ gene, if it really exists, as she opened up in an interview for Elle magazine:
‘I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder. At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o’clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the paper-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.’
She explained that she is taking medication to make her life more normal and wrote on a vintage 1930s chalkboard she has at home: ‘Don’t waste your crazy!’
And she added to finish up her ‘crazy’ self-portrait:
‘I have no social life or anything like that, I used to be really ashamed of it, but now I can just freely say that I don’t ever go anywhere or have people over.’
I saw her not long ago at Largo, but even the comfort of the familiar club looks like a hard exercise for her:
‘I still get psychosomatically ill going to Largo, to see my friends, getting in the car, and my brother will take so fucking long—because my brother has to drive me everywhere—and I’ll start freaking out, and it won’t stop until I’m actually there.’
This is so much worst than I had imagined,… there is something about her which seems so real and fragile, and I just hope she can survive this long tour that she has just started and even extended till October.
Meanwhile, she was in Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, and wished happy birthday to Paul McCartney with this passionate cover of ‘Let Me Roll It’.