Alanis Morissette, Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, Morgan Wade

Nobody touch me! I can’t be consoled or bothered to care that I’m crying in the key of Nineties-era alternative rock. Much like many young’uns ranging in age from preteen to pre-adult, Jagged Little Pill had me in an unrelenting chokehold back in 1995. So enamored of the unexpected rage in each crack, crevice, and squall of Madame Morissette’s “You Oughta Know” that I’d sing it on the bus home from school. I, too, in my little Black girl emo heart, was angry, full of piss and vinegar. Nearly 30 years later, the album still wraps me in its heated grasp whenever I need a little consolation for heartbreak. Following up her surprise appearance at last year’s CMT Music Awards, Morissette brings her Triple Moon Tour to the Moody Center. And she’s here to remind you that she never left and can leave any of your current faves in the dirt with her unmatched, unwavering vocals alone. – Cy White