A. Morissette Moment
I set aside a couple of hours to go see The Chronicles of Narnia tonight. It's been out long enough to start getting bumped from theaters for new movies like "Cheaper by the Sequel", "Yours, Mine, and Our Remakes", and "Memoirs of a Gei-Cowboy". I enjoyed the movie, but that's not the point. This blog is about Alanis. Her song "Wunderkind" played through the end credits of Chronicles and while her dulcet tones sounded, I didn't want to move. (Honestly, I don't think dulcet is a word I think accurately describes Ms Morissette, but I like the word.)
How long has it been since I last heard her incredible voice? It wasn't on "Curb Your Enthusiasm", in which she played herself and sang a benefit concert with the assistance of a full-collar neck brace. By virtue of my continued existence, I didn't hear her true voice in "Dogma", in which she played God. With a great sense of humor.
I think the last time I heard this Canadian crooner was when she sang her song "Thank You". Specifically, when I saw her video for "Thank You". Truthfully, I can't remember a word of that song except for the title. The only other word that comes to mind is NAKED.
No, it's been far too long since I've heard Alanis sing. (n. alanissing. ex: "Hey, guys, let's heat up some wassail and go Alanissing!" No longer will Carole reign over the public's desire to wander around town performing a capella non-holiday specific vocal pieces.) Sure, I could go to a concert. Sure, I could walk into a music store and purchase a CD. Sure, I could just download a playlist from iTunes. Sure I could download a song from eMule; after all, it's not really stealing. I could also wait for some kid to buy it from a legitimate retailer, knock him down, steal his copy, and before fleeing the scene, cut his hair to a respectable length such that he doesn't look like an extra from the movie Caddyshack.
Of course, I could do any of those things. I would probably really enjoy doing some of them! But Alanis Morissette is one of those artists whom I have mentally catalogued as "Radio Only". As in, "Hey, I haven't heard a song from this guy in ages", and I turn up the volume. Or conversely, "I am so sick of this song, this artist, this station, and this stupid car!" and I change the station. During the Jagged Little Pill era, I was more closely aligned with the latter state of mind. These days, I find myself in the former. Especially tonight, as I was leaving the theater. I got in my car, a '94 Lincoln Continental, turned on the radio, and immediately found myself being soothed by those dulcet tones again. I imagined what it might be like to be on the other side of that song, by way of a telephone conversation:
"Oh, hey! Yeah, I'm doing well. Things are pretty peaceful here. What? No, Alanis, I didn't forget about you. I didn't mean to be diciplitous. Duclipitous. Whatever. No, no, no, you could never bother me, no matter when you call. Actually, I do think about you when ______. (The radio gets real quiet at that one part, and I still haven't figured out she's saying.) You know, it's the weirdest thing, every now and then my back really starts to hurt!" Awkward phone call.
It just started to rain here so I can expect to lose power any minute. Better finish this entry. Besides, my podcast is over and I just finished my beer. I recommend both: "The Roadhouse" podcast for great blues and Sam Adams' Hefeweizen. Hefeweizen is German for "You vill find tis bier ferry refreshing und light. Try it vit a slice uff lemon!" You can't go wrong with truth in advertising!
By the way, if you haven't seen Chris Parnell's and Adam Sandberger's SNL music video "Lazy Sunday", you must see it. Click here to check it out
How long has it been since I last heard her incredible voice? It wasn't on "Curb Your Enthusiasm", in which she played herself and sang a benefit concert with the assistance of a full-collar neck brace. By virtue of my continued existence, I didn't hear her true voice in "Dogma", in which she played God. With a great sense of humor.
I think the last time I heard this Canadian crooner was when she sang her song "Thank You". Specifically, when I saw her video for "Thank You". Truthfully, I can't remember a word of that song except for the title. The only other word that comes to mind is NAKED.
No, it's been far too long since I've heard Alanis sing. (n. alanissing. ex: "Hey, guys, let's heat up some wassail and go Alanissing!" No longer will Carole reign over the public's desire to wander around town performing a capella non-holiday specific vocal pieces.) Sure, I could go to a concert. Sure, I could walk into a music store and purchase a CD. Sure, I could just download a playlist from iTunes. Sure I could download a song from eMule; after all, it's not really stealing. I could also wait for some kid to buy it from a legitimate retailer, knock him down, steal his copy, and before fleeing the scene, cut his hair to a respectable length such that he doesn't look like an extra from the movie Caddyshack.
Of course, I could do any of those things. I would probably really enjoy doing some of them! But Alanis Morissette is one of those artists whom I have mentally catalogued as "Radio Only". As in, "Hey, I haven't heard a song from this guy in ages", and I turn up the volume. Or conversely, "I am so sick of this song, this artist, this station, and this stupid car!" and I change the station. During the Jagged Little Pill era, I was more closely aligned with the latter state of mind. These days, I find myself in the former. Especially tonight, as I was leaving the theater. I got in my car, a '94 Lincoln Continental, turned on the radio, and immediately found myself being soothed by those dulcet tones again. I imagined what it might be like to be on the other side of that song, by way of a telephone conversation:
"Oh, hey! Yeah, I'm doing well. Things are pretty peaceful here. What? No, Alanis, I didn't forget about you. I didn't mean to be diciplitous. Duclipitous. Whatever. No, no, no, you could never bother me, no matter when you call. Actually, I do think about you when ______. (The radio gets real quiet at that one part, and I still haven't figured out she's saying.) You know, it's the weirdest thing, every now and then my back really starts to hurt!" Awkward phone call.
It just started to rain here so I can expect to lose power any minute. Better finish this entry. Besides, my podcast is over and I just finished my beer. I recommend both: "The Roadhouse" podcast for great blues and Sam Adams' Hefeweizen. Hefeweizen is German for "You vill find tis bier ferry refreshing und light. Try it vit a slice uff lemon!" You can't go wrong with truth in advertising!
By the way, if you haven't seen Chris Parnell's and Adam Sandberger's SNL music video "Lazy Sunday", you must see it. Click here to check it out
posted by Nordic at 9:44 PM
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