Heavy with Mood: On Fiona Apple’s Tidal by Emery Ross
The bedroom of a teenager is her entire world, or at least it was for me. When I think of my teenage years, I always come back to those rooms – first, the one in the small town where I grew up, where I hung tin foil over hideous blue-flowered wallpaper. Next comes the larger town with the room next to my parents’ and later the converted third garage bedroom. In those last two rooms, I pinned dozens of photographs of my friends, square inserts from my favorite CDs, and one large poster. In those rooms, I discovered music and writing and used both to work through the torment of adolescence.
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