i came across some edith piaf, charles trenet and carter family 78s at an antique store and was crushed to realize my record player only plays 33s and 45s. listening to “i never will marry” slowed down is pretty amazing, though.
this album is hitting all the right spots right now.
can we just make a word for all the poorly-adjusted emotional people in this world who have identified heartily with every album fiona apple has ever written, over time? cuz i feel like this is the most obvious way to feel and i would just be happier if we all admitted it and could embrace some common vernacular