This past Monday marked the 10th anniversary of Elliott Smith’s unfortunate passing. Like every great artist, though, his work lives on – sounding every bit as compelling and relevant as it did when first released, like a final defiance to time itself.
I found Elliott Smith when I was in seventh grade, just a few months after he had released his third solo album, Either/Or. For me, at that age, he definitely broke down some self-constructed walls – I was, quite exclusively, into more abrasive stuff (e.g. Glassjaw, Pg. 99, Fugazi, Converge, etc.) but was, like many, instantly and inexplicably drawn to the hushed melancholy of his initial solo material. While I couldn’t fully explain my interest at the time, I was definitely pulled in by the juxtaposition of his unique songwriting ability – how bleak and gritty yet equally beautiful his songs are; how his painful honesty and personal intensity was still so widely relatable on an emotional level despite being so insular.
Jon : Carrick