Fiona Apple is my god.

This woman is my god.

Single-handedly, without a doubt, this woman means more to me than most would understand.

I can't possibly begin to explain the love, the appreciation and the shivers I get down the back of my neck whenever I listen to something as powerful as Never is a Promise, I Know and Oh, Well.

There are two Fiona's in my life. One whose voice I hear every day and the other whose voice I hear barely once a week. The first is Fiona Apple. The second is my mother.

Every morning without fail, I turn on my mp3 player, put the volume up to it's absolute maximum and march to my course listening to Red, Red, Red. My feet are in time to the music and my eyes are transfixed squarely on a dream world that only I can see. I care not that I walk at 50 paces an hour and that I'm 10 minutes late every morning. For I am happy.. Gloriously happy.

So Fiona, thank you. You make my ears and soul burn bright with an inexplicable flame.