I've always loved Fiona Apple's music despite the songwriter herself, because she - or at least her public persona - seems really, really annoying and pretentious. And yet she writes these gorgeous songs that are really powerful and beautiful even when the lyrics are appalling. The way she bashes the crap out of the piano reminds me of the way I used to vent my teenage sexual frustration angst by hammering away at our piano on hot summer evenings in 1991. For some reason unknown even to myself, this resemblance strikes me as a good thing. Anyway, I finally just got my paws on the infamous "lost" album, Extraordinary Machine, and my God, it is absolutely and utterly fantastic. And you can get it for yourself right here. Enjoy.