This might be blasphemous, but I can’t really say that I love Elvis. He’s got a unique voice, but he’s not someone I sit around and listen to, except for Suspicious Minds. Love this song. I teetered between this version and the Dwight Yoakam remake, which is also excellent.
This is one of the newest songs on the ultimate playlist. It’s becoming increasingly more difficult to fall in love with new songs. I don’t know why. But I listen to Every Little Thing by Carly Pearce over and over in the car, and I never get tired of it.
Tift Merritt is the best sing-songwriter you’ve never heard of. I saw her open for Mary Chapin Carpenter, and proceeded to buy up all her music over the next few months. Several of her albums are in my permanent rotation.
I think this song gets something at the core of us. It’s about an old lover, but I think you can extrapolate it to many things. We all let go of things or people that are bad for us. But just because we’re better off, it doesn’t mean we miss the person we once were.
If you’ve heard of Australian singer Rebecca Lavelle, it’s probably because you’re a fan of an Australian TV show called McLeod’s Daughters, the story of two estranged sisters who run an Australian cattle ranch.
My Heart Is Like A River appears prominently in the show. But you don’t have to be a fan of the show to enjoy a great voice and a great song.
So the great thing about Alanis Morissette is if you kept listening post-Jagged Little Pill, you got to listen to her grow up. Her anger has lost its edge if not its depth, but she hasn’t lost her vulnerability or that feeling of searching.
Nearly ten years after You Oughta Know, she released This Grudge, a song that way fewer people haveheard. I like to believe both songs are about the same guy, and that Alanis has forgiven him for herself, as she’s grown wise to the destructive nature of holding on to her anger.
As she writes of the grudge she’s held for “fourteen years, thirty minutes, fifteen minutes”:
But who’s it hurting now? Who’s the one that’s stuck? Who’s it torturing now With an antique knot in her stomach?
Wise words from the woman Rolling Stone once called “one of the Nineties’ most brutally honest voices.”
There’s an old, overused comment about Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill album, that Ironic is indeed the most ironic song ever written, as she doesn’t use the title word correctly.
But focusing on Ironic at all (or Hand In My Pocket, or Head Over Feet for that matter) is completely missing the point of Jagged Little Pill. What is so great about the entire album, is the raw rage of a woman mistreated by the men around her. I mean, Right Through You, told people everything they needed to know about being a woman in the entertainment industry 22 years before the Me Too Movement.
Jagged Little Pill‘s best moments are in All I Really Want, Forgiven, and Not the Doctor, and Wake Up.
This is one of the few CDs that I nearly wore out in the nineties.
And of course, it all started with You Oughta Know.