I must have heard this somewhere recently. As is my norm, my stream picked it up and added it to the mental jukebox and it randomly popped up today.

Fiona Apple’s “Shadowboxer” is lazy, slurred, and haunting to me. I attribute my impression to the beat, lyrics (and material), and the volume’s slow rise, as if she’s been thinking aloud about a relationship and is reaching a conclusion. It’s a song that goes well with dimly lit rooms and a glass of wine at a weary day’s end.

Here she is, from way back in the last century (1996).