I post this on St. Patrick’s, but most won’t receive it until after. So the only thing really Celtic in any sense here is Fiona Apple’s name. And the fact that her dad is from Tennessee, where everybody is Irish or Scotch Irish, including my mom. (Wikipedia tells me Miss Apple has Melungeon ancestry through her dad–who’s a thunk it!)
I think of Apple’s music using organs and strings as a bed for her lovely voice and piano. But occasionally horns leak through. I wonder if that is a result of her producer, Jon Brion, an L.A. darling us peasants know about thanks to an official Napster single. You can hear that song, “Walking Through Walls,” at the beginning of this unaired pilot.