Oddly enough, a lot of these listings are attached at my memories of my wife, and the first time we dated, I screwed things all up with my cheating ass drunken ways, and around the same time that stupid Jewel song about "who will save your soul" was circulating on the video TV airwaves at the places I'd be couch crashing upon. Something about Jewel's Americanized Scandinavian heritage looks, crooked teeth, living in a van in Alaska back story, singing about some sucky ass dude but still loving on him in a sad way, it felt like it was me. It made me love Jewel. Of course, since then, she wrote poetry and did a bunch of shitty music (at least obviously shitty, which that other soul saving song probably was to most people not in the midst of alcoholic delusions) and got all normal celebrity looking in shiny dresses. But man, some singing ass chick with nice tits and crooked teeth living in a van in Alaska... that's like 17-year-old Raven dream world right there.
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Although not quite as terrible as Celine Dion inexplicably covering AC/DC, your girl Jewel ain't exactly Ronnie Van Zant.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6KtOfZKtbo
If you can't watch that because of a larger internet conspiracy, let me just tell you that it's Alaska's finest singing Sweet Home Alabama.
Here are some adjectives I might use to describe it--soul less, watered down, destined to be the intro music to a teen drama on the WB.
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