Right, this one's mostly for the broadband-capable, I think:
Fiona Apple - Sullen Girl (live).mp3
I have pretty much zero grasp of music theory. Anyone who does -- yes, Laura, I'm looking at you -- mind telling me what the time signature is on that? And I'm sure there's a word or phrase to describe how Fiona carries the sung notes over. . .
And since I'm asking these questions for my and your edification, this blatant disregard for copyright might slip by under Fair Use/Educational Purposes.
I'll let you know if I get a nastygram C & D notice on it.

I have returned.
I'm going with time signature 6/8, with lots of tied eighth and sixteenth notes. Hey, I took music theory in college -- twice :>!!
What time signature is a waltz? Bits of it sounded like that to almost totally ignorant me.
Waltz is 3/4, I think. Apparently a lot of our songs (www.midcentury.org) are in waltz time but I've never really gotten the connection. At one point I knew how to count it off but somehow it's been erased from my memory -- probably as a measure of self defense.
Waltz is 3/4. You count it off one-two-three, two-two-three. ;)
Well, I thought I was counting "1-2-3, 2-2-3," just really quickly. But then, I never could get the five count in iambic pentametre either. Sounds like four to me.
I dig Fiona too much to care although, where has she been?
Yay, VA! I've been missing ya.
VA! *glomp*
Val, the question is, did you manage to actually pass the course at some point?
Nalo, I've had confirmation from a Reliable Source that it's in 6/8.
goneaway, last music class I had was in 5th grade or so, so I'm right there with ya, bud.
j, normally I'd just say, "That's a nice song," and not sweat the details myself, but there was a piece in the latest Bitch about the dogpile on Jessica Simpson and how publicly admitting ignorance (as opposed to being ignant) is seriously frowned upon in this society. Um, which is entirely too theoretical to get into at 3 in the morning.
garrity, what you said. You still gonna be a bridesmaid? Technically, since I'm wearing the (white, he wrote, glaring at anyone thinking of saying shit) gown, doesn't that mean I get to pick the bridesmaids?
I'll gladly serve, but can I place a small vote against pink dresses? I can cope with a butt-bow, but pink may put me a little beyond my comfort zone.
Also, I'd suggest we avoid flowered gowns if the wedding is to occur before late June. Pregnant ladies in floral dresses look like walking Victorian endtables. People will absentmindedly leave empty teacups on my tummy at the reception.
garrity, no worries. And say, could you pretend to start having contractions to distract Neo, so I can shoot her with the tranq gun and we can get her into the dress she refuses to wear?
She wouldn't kill us if she wakes up in it in the middle of the ceremony, right?
Yeah, better get some restraints, too. . .
No, guys, really, no need. You'd live, I swear.
Really, my family used to note that I "fold up just like an envelop." That, plus the whole removal-of-my-personal-volition-thing conjures up enough nasty memories that I probably would give up the ghost. In fact, my skin's crawling already. Guess I won't go to bed quite yet, I'll wait til the whole survivor's-guilt thing passes.
In any case, not what you'd want on your wedding day, I presume. N'est-ce pas?
*bursts into incredibly fake-looking tears*
This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and I only ask you to do one little thing, in the process completely ignoring your boundaries and violating some of your most deeply-held wishes, and you won't even do that. Don't you ever think about anyone but yoursel-- um, hold up a minute. . .
(fetches copies of Emotional Blackmail for Dummies and The Complete Idiot's Guide to Passive-Aggressive Behavior)
Neo's waaaay too savvy to fall for fake labor. She saw me trundling around the last time, defying the laws of physics with my distended form, and not a contraction in sight.
There is, however, a teribly simple solution to all this. Have Neo stand up on VA's side. She'd look perfectly yummy in a nicely-tailored tux. Or maybe a smoking jacket and ascot. Also she should be provided with a tophat.
Good lord, if we can't play nice now, just think how messy this is going to get when it comes time to draw up the seating charts . . .
See, if I had a digital camera, I could post a pic of me in my interview suit to prove that Gar is right. I do clean up well, I do I do. In sort of a Liza-meets-Dietrich sort of way... Tux [either frock or tails] w/a nice vest- always classic, always in good taste...