Yes, she did her own version of the humping, gold-digging ‘My Humps’ originally done by the Black Eyed Peas.
Our own bodies cringe for doses of Alanis and we know we miss the angst that was her, the last song syndrome of a generation that refused to chew boy bands and popstars. The god of Kevin Smith’s Dogma and the icon of rugged, raw harmonica. And we are stuck in her golden, shimmering memories like a broken heart that refuses to stop beating.
We cannot move on. We still want the old Alanis and a take on a pop song like ‘My Humps’ is sitting on the hot seat, about to be swallowed by Boy Abunda’s magic mirror.