About music

 

I love Alanis Morissette. Her new CD, Flavors of Entanglement, is not, in my opinion, as good as the last ones. The style has changed a bit and it’s too dancey. I hope it won’t change too much in the future – or, better yet, that she returns to what her typical style was, ’cause that’s what I expect when I decide to pick one of her songs on my mp3 player. When I listen to Alanis Morissette, I don’t expect to listen to dance music. I know artists have the right of changing, but it may be a mistake if they intend to maintain their audience. Sometimes a change is not well accepted and, when they realize it, it’s too late to go back. Yes, artists are goods, unfortunately.

But, fortunately, when it comes to the lyrics, Flavors of Entanglement is still very Alanis. I particularly loved Incomplete:

One day I’ll find relief
I’ll be arrived and I’ll be a friend to my friends who know how to be friends
One day I’ll be at peace
I’ll be enlightened and I’ll be married with children and maybe adopt
One day I will be healed
I will gather my wounds forge the end of tragic comedy
I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time
Of being forever incomplete
One day, my mind will retreat, and I’ll know god and I’ll be constantly one with her night dusk and day
One day I’ll be secure, like the women I see on their 30th anniversaries
I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time
Of being forever incomplete
Ever unfolding
Ever expanding
Ever adventurous and torturous
But never done
One day, I will speak freely
I’ll be less afraid
And measured outside of my poems and lyrics and art
One day I will be faith-filled
I’ll be trusting and spacious authentic and grounded and whole
I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time
Of being forever incomplete

As a consequence, I’ll keep being her faithful fan. When I listen to her singing, it’s like I knew her: I feel I can understand what she feels and what she means. I don’t know if this is because of an identification or because she can really express herself very well.

The two of them, maybe.