Ticket giveaway! Fiona Apple at the Fillmore
By Beached Miami | September 27th, 2012 | 38 CommentsTouring behind her long-awaited fourth studio album, The Idler Wheel…, Fiona Apple will perform at the Fillmore Miami Beach on Sunday night, and we have a pair of tickets to give away to one lucky fan. To enter to win, tell us what you think the title of Apple’s next album will be in the comment section of this post, keeping in mind that it will certainly be no fewer than 20 words and necessitate an ellipsis. We will announce the winner on the Beached Miami Facebook page on Sunday morning. Until then, here’s “Every Single Night” off of her latest album, whose full title is The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do. Update: And the winner is …
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Fiona Apple is letting us know she’s so sick and tired of S&M but looking forward to it tonight, tomorrow and the next night; she loves being a “bad, bad girl”.
Austere perseverance, hash and continuous… rarely fails of its purpose, for its silent power grows irresistible greater with time.
She had not let me down since her first album, which I still own. Though things have changed over the years she is still amazing. And I love that dark, dirty-ness she’s always stuck to.
I need to win cause of the way things are.
“famous anytime you ask”
Ganja girl, give them to me!
“I Wrote it All Down With Your Names And Everything You Did And Said Stupidly Thinking I Couldn’t See Or Hear You”
The putrid smell of the newly rotten pineapple is simpler to the cockroach then the sweet smell of the fall dandelion.
Love Fiona! pick me :)
“At First I Was Afraid…I Was Petrified, Kept Thinking I Could Never Live Without You By My Side, Ticket Oak.”
Its a covers album.
sometimes the one that waits and uses honey to get what they want can be more successfull than those who are rushed and strict
I’m feeling like a criminal…in the state of Texas
Tranquility is what I seek but all I can do is weep and the one thing that can help numb the pain has locked me away.
Encyclopedic stacks of information gather dust upon the steps along with every other kind of techno-gressive innovation with hash hastily found.
Sure that previous sentence was pompous, and preposterous. However, what does make sense is my desire to go to this concert. I love Fiona. Save me a couple of bucks. Give me those free tix.
…..for then until we disdain the aura and celebrate the horror of us. For not this will become although it did not have to end, in that hideous, yet perfunctory – portrait. Mocked, not understood and steadfast we continue to ponder the exasperation and sublime reality. Therein you lay and lie next to me – muffled and speechless
The Idler Wheel Is A Little Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do
the big apple ……
Her next album should be called ‘Don’t go to Texas’
The Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself Or At Least The Evil That Exists In All Of Our Hearts And Minds
Word.
Not my friend
What a cruel thing
For Texas to pretend.
Fiona Apple’s next album shall be titled: The degree of non-sense and gibberish-osity deployed in guessing album names is directly propotional to the degree of douchiness maintained by said album title’s author/guesser…unless you’re me.
so wait, weed is not legal in the us?
Bystanders perceptions of time are proportionate to the space that they believe that they occupy on the fringe of the seascape inhabited by doers, seers and believers.
100 characters of existential non-sensical tyradactyl miracles
The mighty bird swoop-swoon soars, I am still
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root… Henry David Thoreau
In the end the love we take is equal to the love we make so take more than you need and use it to make painfully thoughtful and regretful music that everyone loves.
“The seahorse of my soul is not the culprit of my joint, nor will the big state blame her, for she is the axis of my telepathy.”
Sunsets with a son set peace in my mind or a daughter who is much kinder than me, all the while the smoke clears my head after putting them to bed and the keys lay still but the songs write themselves, or so it seems…
“For Women Who Are Difficult To Love and For The Men Caught Between The Blue Of Their Oblivion….”
I Can’t Come Up With an Album Title That Doesn’t Sound Like a Poem. Then I’ll Swear I’ll Never Make Another Album and Will Again in Five Years Anyway.
I Don’t Care About the Album Name, it is a great album, with long or short name.
Love is an everlasting string that pulls you through darkness and reaches the light.
Sticky blues is greater than conventional feeling of normalcy and you’ll be damned to question it or expect civil punishment: arrest
Shadow Swan
So It Went With the Lick of Your Blink… Your Odometer Said “In Geneva” But It Is Only L.E.S. Checkmate
And the winner is …