“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in a final sense, a theft from those who are hungry and not fed, those who are cold and not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money, alone. It’s spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.” Dwight D. Eisenhower
Allison H.: Keep rockin girl. You always hit it right. And often make me cry. Good job!
Rayn: Thank you, Allison. I appreciate your kind words. 🙂
Emotions are so darn beautiful — that’s the message of music, much of the time. The giggling lilt of a melody, the ennobling swell of a crescendo: Popular songs, especially, often enhance our moods to lift us up, unbreak our hearts, drive us toward liberating confessions and cathartic climaxes. Courting the sublime so aggressively that it often gets ridiculous, pop music encourages listeners to imagine feeling in ways that make us bigger, better.
Fiona Apple‘s music does something different. A classically lovely woman whose gorgeous, sultry alto once led her toward alt-divadom, Apple has always dared herself to be and do something else: to say no to simple beauty and instead express the urges and insecurities that more accommodating artists tend to avoid.