"Who's this opening act?" asked the guy next to me. "Ameriquest," I said. "I mean, Alanismorrissette." Under banners for the behemoth subprime lender, the queen of alt-sass candor belted "Hands Clean" to a still mostly empty Garden. Forced to show us her hits, she trudged through "Ironic," which found her swallowing the pesky word itself, "Isn't it irumpfffhh?" She had grown out of her old songs, and seemed desperately in need of one good... More >>>