Doggedly searching for the crux of the biscuit.
On my drive to work this morning, I was listening to Heatmiser, Elliot Smith's first band. If you're not familiar with Elliott Smith, he put out some of the most hauntingly beautiful, melancholy albums of the '90's - a sort of GenX Nick Drake. Then I get to work, still humming, and pay a quick visit to t-melt, only to find out that the Nick Drake analogy just became even more apt. Smith was found dead yesterday in Los Angeles, of a single knife wound. The coroner has preliminarily listed the cause as suicide. Smith was my age - 34.
...So here he comes with the blank expression
Especially for me 'cos he knows I feel the same
'Cos happy and sad come in quick succession
I'm never going to become what you became...
-Elliot Smith, "Bled White"
Tim & I listened to ES that night and T reminded me that you really liked ES. How sad that he should not have been able to sustain himself. And how hauntingly poetic a death. ~kk.
Posted by: kk at October 24, 2003 08:56 AM