As most of you know, I’ve been working on my diss this summer at a Starbucks in downtown Dallas: get my venti latte, work on diss, break for lunch, get my tall cappucino, work on diss, go home. For you Starbucks aficianados, you also know that Starbucks play music in their cafes, and this summer was the exclusive-in-Starbucks-only release of Alannis Morrisette’s Jagged Little Pill Acoustic, and so I’ve been listening to this sucker, in various degrees of rotation, for a solid month now.
No, I haven’t gotten sick of her, especially since 1) I have the original release on CD and many of her songs on that album resonate in me, and 2) the Bunny and I saw her live at the Bass Hall in Fort Worth yesterday evening, and she’s still on top form. In fact, IMHO, she’s *better* live. Much more personable, self-deprecating, funny, vulnerable but not weak, and not arrogant. Damn proud of her work, yes — but not arrogant.
Her acoustic band — two percussionists, a pianist, three guitarists (two lead, one rhythm), and a bassist — were smooth, read each other and her without skipping a beat, and the audience was a mixed bag of male and female, young and old, conservative-looking and hippie-freak. It was awesome.
Her opening act was an unknown band of two guys — also acoustic of guitar and percussion — who said they won their chance to be her opening act in a contest. Sweet love songs of the folk variety, and they even made up a song on the spot, which turned into a comedy skit before their eyes.
So anyways: after ten years, she’s still good. Production or live, plugged or unplugged, her distinctive voice (which many people don’t care for, but “de gustibus” — to each one’s taste) remains consistent, and in my musical book, that’s good.