Late Night Fiona A-pool

So, rockets are landing in the south and in the north, settlers behaving criminally in the east, a crumbling government, and we got ourselves a comatose Prime Minister. Living with this my entire life has built an invisible shield around my psyche. Nothing touches me anymore. Takes quite a bit to shock me into worrying.
So what do we do on a stormy Wednesday night when all is going to Hell? Go shoot some pool, of course!
I mentioned before that I attended Tulane University (a baker's dozen years ago). One of our floor residents lived close by, and brought with him a pool table. By the time the second semester rolled by, I was pretty good at eight-ball billiards. Good enough that there were occasions when, on a weekend night, I did not have to pay for single beer!
Since then, I have not picked up a cue. A few months ago I got the pool-fever again, and, with a friend, found a local pool hall where we could play. Apparently not practicing for over a decade takes it out of you. I SUCK! But all's well when you're there to have fun, drink a couple of beers, and pretend that you don't have to wake up in the morning and go to work.

Anyway, that's not the point. On the way back home, I couldn't get anything decent on the radio, only the crap they play late at night, when "the kids" listen to the radio. I pressed the CD button, hoping I left something good in there the last time, and was happy to hear that "Extraordinary Machine" was in there. It is certainly the best of Fiona Apple's albums, and one of the best albums to come out this year in general (The other is "Lullabies to Paralyze" by Queens of the Stone Age - I know, I got an eclectic taste in music). Fiona Apple is one hell of a talent. The first time I heard her voice, I was grabbed and became a fan for life. She has a rich voice and a great way of expressing herself in words and music. We had to wait a long time for this album (six years, I think, including a year of shelving, when it wasn't certain it was going to come out) but it was worth it.
Listening to the disc, I was reminded of a review of her music - and her - from a few years ago. Someone used the words "wise beyond her years" (she was twenty or twenty-one at the time).
My question is: What does that mean? She has feelings, like anyone else. Her expressive abilities make her unique. If the words are the criteria, then she is wise beyond most people's years; wiser than I'll ever be, that's certain.

--- holly shit! a lightening bolt just hit real close---

Where was I? Oh, right.
There is a global knitting circle, powered by tabloids and TV shows (E! for, example). People think they know the celebrities because they know OF them. They gossip and try to understand people they don't even know. Fiona Apple, as an example, has been completely profiled and explained, by people who never even met her. You can try and understand her emotions, or ideas, or notions of emotions. But people should really try and stop deducing directly from her art into her mind and her true, private personality.
They'll fail.
I take the art and enjoy it for what it is. A stimulant. Sometimes it tries to make you happy. Sometimes sad. Sometimes it tries to get you thinking. Art isn't always an autobiographical confession of the soul.
And now I'll go to sleep (because I'm starting to ramble incoheretly) with "Please Please Please" playing in my head (the last song I heard).
"...Give us something familiar, something similar, to what we know already, that will keep us steady....steady, steady...steady...steady going nowhere"