Music Through some sort of mix-up or a really benevolent publicist, my tickets to see Fiona Apple were the best tickets I’ve ever had in my life. To anything. I mean, I’ve sat cross-legged on the floor and watched Calvin Johnson play a coffee shop; I’ve been invited to sit onstage to see friends’ bands play; I’ve crammed up into the front at standing-room-only shows. I've even pretended to be ... More









