- Hate is a strong
word... and I mean it.
- "You Oughtta Know"
was fresh and exciting... but as was the case with
Hootie & The Blowfish and Counting Crowes
when your voice or singing style is that
different - you'll just end up annoying the fuck out
of me. I can't speak for anyone else, but distinct
voices can only be pulled off doing slower, mellow
music. Tom Waits comes to mind. If Tom Waits was
wailing on and on about some shit - trust me I'd hate
him too. But he sings raspy old blues tunes that I
fuckin' love. And Alanis damn near yodels a goddamn
"thank you" song. Fuck me.
anyway - I first got on the mic and
called for whoever hated Alanis the
most. I was gonna have a contest to
see who hated her the most. Once I got
them down to the station, and was sure
these were genuine Alanis haters...
I locked them in a room and made them
listen to her new album for 3 1/2 hours.
HA. Last man standing won the
- I quite
enjoyed torturing them as I promised
them smoke breaks, and then never gave it
to them. (I should've given them a No
Smoking sign on their cigarette break)
Then at the end I played both of her
albums, at the same time, making both of
them physically nauseous.
- Then to top it all
off when one guy finally came out I told him I had 2
sets of tickets and that neither of them had to stay
in there that long. "You're really going to burn in
your own special level of hell" was his reply.
- Finally, to Alanis
who I'm sure I've offended - just being honest. I do,
not, like, your songs. Doesn't mean I don't like you.
I mean, I'll want to punch Adam Duritz in the nose for
the rest of my life for whining about his dreary
existence of fucking Jennifer Aniston and Courtney Cox
- but you? No. Don't hate you... just the songs.
- :-) Like that
helped at all if I ever meet her. (sigh)