Containing Multitudes Since 2004
Wow...what a creepy photo...is this right before the end? He looks so....well, later photos of W.C. Fields come to mind.Add to that the heart on his shirt, considering the way he died, and I'm getting the willies.I have to interview his good friend Mary Lou Lord in a couple of weeks...the last time we talked, all she wanted to talk about was how great Elliot Smith is (it was around the time he was on the Oscars). I wonder if the topic will come up this time....swac
Creepy is a good word. I even got something of a chill when I found it (that's how I knew it was perfect for this blog). I assumed the photo was taken close to the end, but on reflection I'm not sure of that. It certainly looks it.I have a number some bootleg recordings of Elliott Smith's and he was always a stirring live performer; with an extrordinary knack for interpreting other people's songs ("Waterloo Sunset", "Jealous Guy", "Chelsea Girls", "When I Paint My Masterpiece") and drawing them close to his sensibility. Not surprisingly, some of his best interpretations were of Country songs; two recordings of which I particularly cherish: Hank Williams, jr.'s "All My Rowdy Friends", which Smith transforms into something wistful, sad and funny all at once, and Hank sr.'s "They'll Never Take Her Love from Me" which is pure, near exquisite melancholia. Whenever Smith sang songs like these, he managed to connect with the core of despair that lies within the heart of all the best Country music. Of course, he embodied that despair himself and ultimately it overwhelmed him.When I read that Elliott Smith committed suicide, I was saddened because I truly love his music, and I thought it was a greater loss by far than the death of Kurt Cobain (whose music I also have great affection for) but, like Cobain, I can't say I was surprised by it. I doubt if anyone who'd listened to his work could have been.
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