a kindred. When I was still pretty raw, I went to see Fiona Apple perform.  I had not seen her live before. Tidal love-struck me. Idler Wheel astounded me again. Seeing her live forced air back into my chest. Fiona taped her glasses to her face, so they wouldn’t fall while she banged the shit out of the piano. She shook. She rocked. Fiona was fearless and weird. She was a dream to me.