The final entry for the nostalgia of the 90s weekend sees a song that, well…  honestly, if you’re in your twenties or older and don’t know this song, where have you been?

One of the first CDs I bought for myself ever was Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill.  I still find it interesting that as my tastes changed, her style changed dramatically, especially since I was a fan of her pop-dance work.  Jagged Little Pill is an album that I still place in my top twenty of all time, simply because it encapsulates so many moments of my life.  From woman scorned to woman degraded to woman drowning in depression, each song hits a certain painful spot in my psyche, little pressure points that even now make hearing the disc a form of mental acupuncture.

One of the moments I recall clearly from my youth is the 38th Grammy Awards performance.  In the lead-up to the ceremony, the news had stated there was an issue with Alanis being requested to drop the F-Bomb from her live rendition, and Alanis being unhappy – with good reason, if you asked me.  Nominating a song for best songwriting, then telling an artist to change the lyrics is sort of ridiculous.  Why not just beep the word out?  Alanis apparently agreed to drop it…  and then sang it loud, proud and clear, her uncensored, emphasized fuck a defiant gesture that made me proud.  As a cherry on top, the strings layered into the live rendition were delicious.

Today’s calmer, older Alanis might censor herself…  Then again, maybe not.  But did they really expect her to behave back then?

Day Thirty-Three:  You Oughta Know – Alanis Morissette