Gateways: How Tidal Fueled My Fiona Apple Obsession
Welcome to our new Gateways column, where we revisit the albums and artists who influenced our taste for good
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Welcome to our new Gateways column, where Paste writers and editors explore the taste-defining albums, artists, songs or shows that proved to be personal “gateways” into a broader genre, music scene or an artist’s catalogue at-large—for better or worse. Explore them all here.
Fiona Apple’s first hit also proved to be the one with the most staying power. If you need proof, just watch Lorene Scafaria’s extraordinarily entertaining 2019 film Hustlers, in which a sly team of strippers bamboozle drunk businessmen into funding their own criminal enterprise. Head mistress is Jennifer Lopez’s Ramona, who makes her entrance in the film scaling a pole to the tune of Apple’s 1996 hit “Criminal.” The scene is so perfect that I actually get upset every time I remember how Lopez was snubbed at this year’s Oscars. It’s a crying shame.
But, thankfully, awards shows aren’t the sole determinants of what’s Good, and Ramona’s debut moment in the Hustlers spotlight is still great because of the lighting, costumes (all the sequins!) and Lopez’s inhuman flexibility and impeccable pole choreography. But it wouldn’t be nearly as stunning if not for “Criminal,” which gives the scene a sultry importance. The first words in the song are “I’ve been a bad, bad girl,” but “Criminal” doesn’t feel showy or in service of the male gaze. It’s quite the opposite, actually: Much like Hustlers itself, there’s a wild female energy that runs throughout the track. Both the song and the movie are about a woman’s powers, particularly what happens when she wields her sexuality to her own advantage.
That energy courses through the entirety of Fiona Apple’s 1996 debut album, Tidal, which houses “Criminal,” as well as rousing numbers like “Sleep To Dream” and “Shadowboxer.” Thankfully, I was already a fan of Apple when I sat down in the theater about a year ago (back when moviegoing was still a viable activity) to watch Hustlers. But I still hadn’t had all that much time with Tidal.
Up until around 2017, Fiona Apple was mostly a blindspot in my musical repertoire. I knew of her and and her supposedly spotless catalogue, but I didn’t know I needed them. That changed when I listened to Tidal for the first time with intent for a yearly Twitter challenge called #MWE (Music Writers’ Exercise), in which music journalists (or anyone else who’s game!) vow to listen to a new-to-you album and tweet about it every day for the duration of February. It was love at first listen: I knew from the first time I heard Tidal—every minute of Apple kicking and screaming her way through past traumas and present romances—that it would be a favorite for life.