Jagged Little Pill … my current favourite album. Again.

Jagged Little Pill … my current favourite album. Again.

I remember the 90s quite vividly.

I had a new music system then, and it meant more to me than i could express. It was the height of technological advancement, in that i could actually select particular songs off a CD to play in the order i wanted. It also had an alarm clock set to wake me up to a song i could program. Two cassette decks, a cd player, a radio, and the ability to record from one to the other.. oooh i was in pre-ipod playlist mix tape heaven!

In-spite of my extreme love for music, i had limited resources (what with being a college student and all) so most cds were borrowed, except for 2. Dirty Dancing, and Queen: Greatest Hits II. Most other music consisted of lame NOW: Thats what i call music! compilations and Ace of Base. One evening however, i was listening to the radio, and one song slapped me so hard i had to stop the journal i was so diligently copying and take NOTICE.

The song was Aimgres-1lanis Morissette’s You Oughta Know. Here was a woman jilted, and furious. Most jilted lover songs are sad sighs of semi apology to a man who clearly moved on to someone less pathetic. But not this one.

“You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you f**k her?”

huh? say again? F**K her? Did she just actually SAY that? The radio edited that out of course, which prompted us to go off en masse and buy the cassette ( yes those of you born after the 90s and the invention of torrentz – we paid for music then) just to be sure that was in fact what she’d said.

The vocals start with “I want you to know, that I’m happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both” dripping with such sarcasm, it came out through the speakers and flooded my table. Then she seems to light a match to it and burn her errant ex lover alive. If this was in fact a real person, (and i’m guessing he was – rumours are rife) he probably took up residence in his bathroom for about a year after this one came out.

Anyway, as it turns out, he album has many many more gems. Some poignant, some angry, some sad, all earthy, all heartfelt, all delicious to the point of getting under your skin. Many an afternoon was spent trying to figure out lyrics (since there was no Google-Maharaj then) and belting Ironic as loudly as propriety would permit.

Nearly 20 years later, i took this album up again, mostly because that day i was feeling a bit nostalgic. I have to say.. it blew my mind, all over again! Many things have changed for me since i last heard this album.. i’m no longer in college, for instance; and my notions of romance have changed somewhat. My best friends are now in separate continents, and i’m afraid belting songs loudly in public has lost lustre somewhat. I have, however, suddenly acquired a different view on the world – and from that perspective, this album is still just as brilliant.

Its so rare that you listen to music you loved twenty years ago, and you still find that you love it. Even rarer to love it now for a completely different set of reasons.

Alanis is a bit of a has-been right now it would seem, her kind of music isn’t around at all anymore. Music is manufactured now, not written. Heartfelt singing is tucked away somewhere behind the irreverence that is Miley Cyrus. In this cynical, plastic world, there is still a faint heartbeat feebly keeping itself alive.

For those who still want to feel their music rather than see it show up on stage dressed in meat -an album called Jagged Little Pill lives on…real, breathing, and undefeated! 

One Response

  1. Pinu says:

    Nice! This album got me through many a “got fucked over”s…

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