Alanis fuckin' rocks
After driving for almost 2 hours...taking Mitra to get her stupid piercing changed out...my shoes hurting (I guess it is finally time for new ones) and the fastest Italian dinner to date...Mitra and I finally made it to the Jackie Gleason to see my childhood hero: Alanis Morissette.
I was sitting there drinkin my Corona and fearing that maybe, just maybe...this wasn't going to be all I had thought it would be. That maybe, I had gotten over the whole music thing. Then the lights dimmed and Alanis walked onstage and I was like a lil 13 year old girl again sooo happy to see a musician she greatly admired. She started out with an a capella rendition of I think it's called "Your House"...a hidden track on Jagged Little Pill. That shit rocked. It made me want to bitchslap people like Britney and Ashley Simpson...that's a real goddamnmotherfuckin rockstar yo.
Listening to her lyrics reminded me of how badly I wanted to understand things back when I was 12, and how much I identify with them now that I'm about her age when she wrote them. She may not be the greatest...that's an argument I refuse to get into. But I identified...and still do...so much with her words.
I remember that my listening to "secular" music was a rebellion in my parents' eyes. Listening to people like Sheryl Crow, Alanis and No Doubt meant that I wasn't as close to God as I should be. I guess they helped me learn more about myself...and years later...I still listen to their albums. I knew that I wanted to help bring music to people from that point on. I sure as hell didn't wanna sing...but I wanted to be part of the process...lo and behold here I am a graduate of UM's Music Business program. No...Alanis and Sheryl didn't take my SATs for me, or apply to colleges or write essays for me or pull all nighters...but they helped provide a damned good soundtrack.
Funny how most of us strive to be geniuses...and search our minds for these intense and complicated philosophies...but how really it's the simplest truths that reach the masses.
In a completely teeny-bopper emo move...I shall post lyrics to a song that I am identifying with right now...and also trying to keep in mind in my unemployededness. If someone tells me it's only been a month and a half since I graduated I shall shoot you ;-).
P.S.
The set was really cool too...reminded me of Kat since she is blessed with set like abilities. If you're reading this thanx for almost ruining my night you douche...your secret is safe with me ;-).
Hand in My Pocket....Alanis Morissette
I'm broke but I'm happy, I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded, I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober, I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless, I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything is going to be quite alright
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused, I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing, I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby
And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to, my friends, yeah
Is that everything is just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...
I was sitting there drinkin my Corona and fearing that maybe, just maybe...this wasn't going to be all I had thought it would be. That maybe, I had gotten over the whole music thing. Then the lights dimmed and Alanis walked onstage and I was like a lil 13 year old girl again sooo happy to see a musician she greatly admired. She started out with an a capella rendition of I think it's called "Your House"...a hidden track on Jagged Little Pill. That shit rocked. It made me want to bitchslap people like Britney and Ashley Simpson...that's a real goddamnmotherfuckin rockstar yo.
Listening to her lyrics reminded me of how badly I wanted to understand things back when I was 12, and how much I identify with them now that I'm about her age when she wrote them. She may not be the greatest...that's an argument I refuse to get into. But I identified...and still do...so much with her words.
I remember that my listening to "secular" music was a rebellion in my parents' eyes. Listening to people like Sheryl Crow, Alanis and No Doubt meant that I wasn't as close to God as I should be. I guess they helped me learn more about myself...and years later...I still listen to their albums. I knew that I wanted to help bring music to people from that point on. I sure as hell didn't wanna sing...but I wanted to be part of the process...lo and behold here I am a graduate of UM's Music Business program. No...Alanis and Sheryl didn't take my SATs for me, or apply to colleges or write essays for me or pull all nighters...but they helped provide a damned good soundtrack.
Funny how most of us strive to be geniuses...and search our minds for these intense and complicated philosophies...but how really it's the simplest truths that reach the masses.
In a completely teeny-bopper emo move...I shall post lyrics to a song that I am identifying with right now...and also trying to keep in mind in my unemployededness. If someone tells me it's only been a month and a half since I graduated I shall shoot you ;-).
P.S.
The set was really cool too...reminded me of Kat since she is blessed with set like abilities. If you're reading this thanx for almost ruining my night you douche...your secret is safe with me ;-).
Hand in My Pocket....Alanis Morissette
I'm broke but I'm happy, I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded, I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober, I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless, I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything is going to be quite alright
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused, I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing, I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby
And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to, my friends, yeah
Is that everything is just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...