{"version":"https:\/\/jsonfeed.org\/version\/1","title":" Reflecting on the past \"Ritual de lo Habitual\" Jane\u2019s Addiction by Penny Piper","home_page_url":"https:\/\/www.939waby.com\/blogs\/reflecting-on-the-past-ritual-de-lo-habitual-janes-addiction-by-penny-piper\/","feed_url":"https:\/\/www.939waby.com\/blogs\/reflecting-on-the-past-ritual-de-lo-habitual-janes-addiction-by-penny-piper\/json","description":" Reflecting on the past \"Ritual de lo Habitual\" by Penny Piper","items":[{"id":"o186-1897-680b67ad6e974","url":"https:\/\/www.939waby.com\/blogs\/reflecting-on-the-past-ritual-de-lo-habitual-janes-addiction-by-penny-piper\/post\/reflecting-on-the-past-ritual-de-lo-habitual-by-penny-piper\/","title":" Reflecting on the past \"Ritual de lo Habitual\"  by Penny Piper","date_published":"2025-04-25T10:45:01+00:00","content_html":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"line-height:1.38; margin-top:16px; margin-bottom:16px\"><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">Album Review: Ritual de lo Habitual &mdash; Jane&rsquo;s Addiction<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"line-height:1.38; margin-top:16px; margin-bottom:16px\"><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">I had just fallen in love with Jane&rsquo;s Addiction. &quot;Nothing&rsquo;s Shocking&quot; was still fresh in my head &mdash; with &ldquo;Summertime Rolls,&rdquo; &ldquo;Mountain Song,&rdquo; &ldquo;Jane Says&rdquo;&hellip; all of it. It was dreamy and weird and sexy and wild in that perfect late-80s, teenage-brain way. You could float in it. You could crush to it. You could grow into it. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">And then two years later, we&rsquo;re hanging out with our girlfriend&rsquo;s corpse for three days.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"line-height:1.38; margin-top:16px; margin-bottom:16px\"><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">I mean, I was sixteen. And &ldquo;Three Days&rdquo; hit like an acid trip I didn&rsquo;t ask for. I had never thought about love that deeply. Not like that. It didn&rsquo;t even feel like love &mdash; it looked like a horror show. Like the kind of grief that wraps itself around your brain and doesn&rsquo;t let go. And I couldn&rsquo;t let go. I couldn&rsquo;t stop thinking about it. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">It was one of those moments where music stops being just music and turns into a portal. It forced me to ask questions I didn&rsquo;t have the language for. What would I do? Could I love that hard? Could I survive that kind of loss?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"line-height:1.38; margin-top:16px; margin-bottom:16px\"><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">The thing is, I trusted Perry. After Nothing&rsquo;s Shocking, he&rsquo;d earned that. So even though it felt like he was banging a corpse in the middle of a fever dream, I stayed with it. I didn&rsquo;t run. I didn&rsquo;t judge. I tried to understand. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">And it changed me. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">It changed how I looked at love. At death. At the meat suit we wear. It cracked open this fear I didn&rsquo;t even know I had &mdash; that losing the person you love most could drive you to a place beyond sanity. It made me face that fear with him. And feel it. And carry it.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"line-height:1.38; margin-top:16px; margin-bottom:16px\"><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">&ldquo;Three Days&rdquo; is manic and beautiful and terrifying. It still haunts me. The whole album does. Ritual de lo Habitual wasn&rsquo;t just an album &mdash; it was a shift. A reckoning. A sacred, messy, sexual, psychedelic spiral of grief and god and desire. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">So yeah&hellip; this album changed my life. No exaggeration. It made me braver. It made me weirder. And it made me realize that real love might hurt like hell &mdash; but it&rsquo;s worth staying present for the ride.&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"line-height:1.38; margin-top:16px; margin-bottom:16px\"><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">All the best,&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"line-height:1.38; margin-top:16px; margin-bottom:16px\"><span style=\"font-size:11pt; font-variant:normal; white-space:pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,sans-serif\"><span style=\"color:#000000\"><span style=\"font-weight:400\"><span style=\"font-style:normal\"><span style=\"text-decoration:none\">Penny Piper<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>","image":"https:\/\/mmo.aiircdn.com\/186\/680b672629b15.jpg","author":{"name":"Penny Piper"},"_mobile_inapp_url":"https:\/\/www.939waby.com\/_app_pages\/stations\/5262\/blogs\/posts\/80302"}]}