On one of my travails around Youtube, I came across a video of Alanis Morissette's recent single. She was singing from her home with her little daughter on her arm. I loved the song.
You can check it out here.
I've been aware of Alanis Morissette over the years the same way I've been aware of the Rolling Stones or Bon Jovi. I know a lot of her songs and can sing along to quite a few. Some, I really, really like. But I wouldn't consider myself a fan. More an amiable appreciator.
Until I listened to her recent album, that is. I love it. I love seeing the woman she grew into. Somehow, that spells hope, no?
Anyway, apparently the Rolling Stone (the magazine, not the band and not the rock), when commenting on her album, complained that she is not as edgy as in her twenties anymore.
I couldn't believe the stupidity of that comment.
She is not in her twenties anymore. She's in her fourties.
She is not in that same kind of pain anymore and I bet she's mightly glad about it. Also, if she were still the same as in her twenties, that would be a massive, massive tragedy. Just imagine never outgrowing whatever goes on in your life in your twenties. Never learning. Never finding your happy place in your own skin. Never getting over all the growing pains.
I don't know how you can look at a person like her, listen to her music and not be glad and amazed. I am happy that she now gets to sing about her kids instead of the prick of a guy who left her for someone else. I am glad she gets to sing about happy relationships instead of the mess he left when he went away. I am so, so happy for her. Not because she is Alanis Morissette, but just from one human being to another.
It's wonderful to see that kind of growth.
It's wonderful that she shares it with the rest of us. That there is art to celebrate. That there is a story to share.