Day 13-A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days. (write a letter.)
Dear Alanis Morissette
I’m supposed to write a letter to you telling you how your album Jagged Little Pill got me through some tough days. I think that might have been the point of that album though because I think writing it and working on it might have gotten you through some tough days as well. You were kind of angry sounding in it. I was a junior in high school. I was a bit frustrated and angry too. My family dynamics had changed shortly before resulting in a step-father, step-brother and a new sister on the way. I had to move from my small country school the year before where I’d known everyone since third grade, to a larger school in town. We also moved from “our farm” to a small crowed, house in town. I never developed very close relationships with anyone in my new school, though I had friends. I missed my old life, but I tried to make the best of it. Putting on that brave face that I so often wear, when I really want to scream and yell and cry, just like you did in some of those songs on Jagged Little Pill.
I would often drive around town, in my beat up truck(when it was running) blaring your CD. Singing at the top of my lungs and feeling the tension leave my body as I sang what I would later call “my angry music.” You went with me everywhere. The next year when I got a newish car that I would have to strap a car seat in the back of for my baby sister, you went too. After I would drop her off at daycare on my way to school I would blare you again. I was the girl with the pink Ford Escort with a car seat in the back. I often fielded questions of whether I had a child or not. That was frustrating in and of itself. None of my other friends had to have car seats in the back of their cars. Even worse my parents didn’t get how dreadful that was for a 17-year-old.
I’ve had several “angry music” Cd’s over the years, but Mrs. Morissette yours has been and will probably always be my favorite. Even now, when I’m alone in the car(which isn’t often) and I’m feeling that frustrated, suffocating need to jam feeling. It’s you that I go to.
Thanks for giving me Jagged Little Pill. It’s been sixteen years and I love you just as much as I did then.