When I’m really angry, music doesn’t help. It’s too all-consuming for me; I’ve got some anger issues that a lot of therapy and some happy pills have done a good job on, and I mostly keep that eye-blurring rage from happening. When I’m more mildly angry, however, when I’ve got my righteous rage on, I’m pretty aware of how I feel, and I will even get a little self-referential. And I’ll play something like “You Oughta Know,” which is the best angry, lover-spurned, fuck you song ever. When it first started getting airplay in the summer of 1995, people in Boston would request it as “the angry girl song.” It’s so awesome to sing along to, especially if you have an axe to grind. I could have used it as Day 8 as well, since I know all of the words to it.