I don't know what to say right now without going into all the cliches. Maybe I should go ahead and say them. I'm at work right now and everything has just changed for me in the last 20 minutes. I don't know how I feel. Sad, angry, disapointed, and unfortunately, not entirely surprised. Nevertheless, while all of us feared this day would come, and while we even joked about Elliot's decay into a rock cliche, the "not surprised" factor doesn't make the loss any less devastating.
I am afraid of being melodramatic here, but after thinking about it, this is really the first musician that had a huge effect on my life to die in my lifetime. I liked Nirvana but Cobain didn't have even close to the same effect on my art, music, and poetry as Elliot Smith did. To see someone who has undoubtedly made your life better and brought you countless moments of joy fail in his own life is nothing short of tragic. I guess that is why I'm kinda choked up about this. Elliot Smith made my life better, and I only wish I could have reciprocated the love I feel when I listen to his music. It makes me really fucking sad when I think about all the tough times X/O and Either/Or got me through. And I mean really tough times, through my own fights with mental illness and other stuff I don't care to go into. Elliot Smith was one of the four songwriters that I really identified with, along with Jeff Tweedy, Paul Westerberg, and Neil Young. His music was at once cathartic and enlightening for me. I remember sitting in English classes reading bad poetry and thinking how I wished I could teach this class and turn people on to Elliot Smith. But most of all I remember all the times I'd be driving from here to Columbus, late at night, alone in the middle of nowhere, listening to Elliot Smith and somehow being comforted 'cause I knew "hey, here's a guy I can relate to, and there's hope for guys like us." Its not fair that I (we?) took so much from this guy and yet we couldn't save his life.
To this day, the chord progression and lyrics in "ballad of big nothing" when he says "And you're waiting for your brother to call, I saw him down in the alley, having had enough of it all" still gives me chills and makes me smile even after the thousands of times i've heard it.
By the way, now would be a good time to add your favorite elliot smith lyrics on the thread I started a few months back.
"Is this what you want you want to do with your life, man? Suck down peppermint schnapps and try to call Morocco at 2 in the morning?"