Wednesday, October 22, 2003

Elliott Smith is dead. The pock-faced cranky-souled songwriter apparently stabbed himself in Silverlake.

Okay, first of all, who stabbed themselves? What is this, a greek tragedy? I wonder if he found out that he killed his father and slept with his mother or something.

Secondly, my friend Dana asks the most important question of the day: Where was Courtney Love when this all went down?

If only Ellott Smith had given us some sort of sign, some sort of clue, that he wasn't feeling up to snuff. Perhaps he listened to "Figure 8" and it finally pushed him over the edge. Be on the lookout for his posthumous duet with Tupac Shakur, in stores any day now.

And, finally, it must be pointed out, as with every single indie artist: I liked his suicide before it was cool. And his suicide was much better before he was signed to a major label.


posted by opus  at 4:49 PM


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