If I should die in a wombat zone

June 20, 2018 Review of Jagged Little Pill, the musical (Aka, “everybody hurts”…and lets you know at very loud punk volumes) As appropriate to a musical created as tribute to a Catholic songstress, I have a confession to make: Alanis Morisette’s music came at the most perfectly precarious and wounded, open moment of my youth, the freshest days and weeks and months after the breakup of a four year relationship that was the entire universe to my 18 year old moment in time. And here on the radio was someone who understood, who sang raw, blunt yet poetic lyrics about loss and rejection, anger and pain and empathy, as if to say, yes, yes it does mean the entire universe, and fuck yes you should take it that seriously…but with just enough distance (as her songs and albums progressed, she seemed to be just a tiny bit ahead down the road from where I was, the prefect long-distance mentor) to let me know there was light at the end of the tunnel. Not the light of paradise, n...