When Fiona Apple played at the Schnitz a couple months ago, we worried. Worried about her slight frame (made more obvious in comparison to her strong, piano-built hands), stringy hair, and childish demeanor (t-shirt cape, anyone?). And while it's not at all surprising, I wasn't particularly worried about her being arrested for hash (and a little bit of weed) while driving through the podunk Texas town of Sierra Blanca, the same place where folks like Willie Nelson and Snoop Dogg have been similarly foibled. Her performance was easily in the the top 10 of my all-time favorites, and I worry that the people of Austin—where she is scheduled to perform tonight—are going to wind up deprived because of the dysfunctional display of celebrity worship this particular jurisdiction seems to be in the habit of. She's currently in the clink at Hudspeth County Jail, where officers will no doubt force her to pose for with them like they did with Snoop. Let her go, jerks! Pot's no biggie! Maybe it will giver her munchies, which she desperately needs. Look at how these prison rags are like 400 times too big:
UPDATE! TMZ is now reporting that 1) Apple freely admitted the drugs were hers when drug-sniffing dogs found it 2) It was .01 pound of hash and .01 pound of weed—which, as Ned pointed out, they probably had to round up to 3) She was released on a $10,000 bond, which is a fucking ridiculous amount of money for a piddling amount of a relatively innocuous drug.
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