Some really vulnerable and angst stuff from Gwen Stefani, queen of cultural appropriation and my young heart ā¦. Very formative record. Inspiring, even
the way i could write a world-changing 33 1/3 about this album!!! oh my goodness. (this is the kind of album you write after achieving meteoric pop success if you are a serious person, in case any inescapably famous singer-songwriters are taking notes.)
but for real -- this album is at once a perfectly-preserved late 90s time capsule (neurotic, stylish, a hint of a sneer, but real hope underwriting it all) and also secretly about us, right now, in the year of our lord 2024. it's fierce and smart and darkly hilarious. it's about going to therapy and getting your dad to go to therapy, and then feeling weird imagining the kind of dark shit your dad must be working through in therapy. itās about trying to search for the divine while watching a bunch of idiot rich people get influenced into paying $2000 for like past life regression readings or whatever and feeling weird about the idea that theyāre searching for the same divine you are, because if theyāre looking for it too then it canāt possibly be the real thing, can it? itās about being the bright young thing who wrote jagged little pill and suddenly finding all of your interpersonal relationships totally unworkable because everybody is too blinded by the brightness of the young thing who wrote jagged little pill to let you also be a human being. itās about feeling so old already at 24 and looking back on your teenage self at a tender distance as if those days were a lifetime ago, as if youāre actually any wiser now. itās about wondering if anything you will ever do is ever, ever going to be good enough. alanisās lyrics here are biting and precocious and the songs are just so chatty (witness āfront rowā in which she layers four entire extra verses behind the chorus, effectively writing a whole bonus song because the situation is just too complicated to explain in four minutes) and theyāre talking about all the same things we talk about now, in the same way we talk about them now, except without all the self-serious posturing so many of our contemporary songwriters fall prey to. (āthe couchā is somehow both the most earnest and the least corny song anybody has ever written about therapy.) i know this album must have hit properly when it came out because it was the only thing my mom played in our house for the entire calendar year of 1999, but it feels so preternaturally tailor-made for the moment weāre in now that i canāt believe it hasnāt had one of those improbable tiktok renaissances or whatever that seem to keep happening. highly recommend a revisit or a first acquaintance if you havenāt made one.
Iām generally the type to get obsessed w a total loser who could care less about me and now that I finally decided to move on the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the day is bright, and I have a skip in my step. Ready to learn how to be cool about it!
Itās so so easy to spiral and be negative but I have to keep myself realistic. The man that makes you miserable is not your soulmate!!! You are not actually the worst person in the world!!! You are allowed to fuck up like everyone else!!!! Being real w myself as I would w my best friends
Who am I to let a mere thing like rain or wind control my self expression? I will and have been wearing mini dresses in 40 degree weather ⦠sue me Iām happier than I would be in a puffer and jeans