Shabadoo
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« on: October 22, 2003, 09:37:05 AM » |
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Apparently Elliot Smith killed himself in LA.
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« Reply #1 on: October 22, 2003, 10:29:36 AM » |
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I hate being this upset about the passing of someone I never knew.
From Pitchfork:
PITCHFORKMEDIA - Will Bryant reports:
Elliott Smith has died at age 34, according to an obituary posted late
Tuesday on Sweet Adeline, Smith's official website. Rumors had been
circulating on the Internet all day about Smith's apparent suicide; by
early
evening, the overwhelming traffic from well-wishers and fans was crashing
Sweet Adeline's discussion board. A handful of posts indicated that
representatives from Smith's label, Dreamworks, were attempting to contact
Charlie Ramirez, the webmaster for Sweet Adeline.
Within hours, Ramirez posted the following: "As you probably realize, I'm
pretty devastated about having to say goodbye to Elliott... it's never easy
to put into words what someone means to you... Elliott was such a lovely
man... I will always have his love, kindness, intelligence, humbleness,
creativeness, greatness and so much more in me forever because that's what
he was and i'll always love him for being who he was... I'll miss you so
much. We will all miss you. See you in heaven, Elliott."
Smith had been working on his sixth studio album, From A Basement On The
Hill, since late 2001. At various points, the self-recorded album was being
shopped to indie labels and later, tentatively scheduled as a double-disc
offering on DreamWorks' 2003 schedule.
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« Reply #2 on: October 22, 2003, 11:25:20 AM » |
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This is such unbelievably sad news. . . . .
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sybil
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« Reply #3 on: October 22, 2003, 02:37:56 PM » |
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not my fav way to start out a birthday. fuck.
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Matt B
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« Reply #4 on: October 23, 2003, 03:19:35 AM » |
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This has been a crazy year. Evidently Rerun from "What's Happening" died of a stroke on the same day.
I remember when Jim Ellison from Material Issue killed himself in 1996. He had written several songs that I found to be personal, bittersweet and clever - a combination that Elliot Smith was often able to pull off. I met Jim when Material Issue played at Moe's in '92 or '93 and my impression was that he was really laid back and gentle. I recall being genuinely shocked and pissed off when I found out that he'd killed himself.
I guess the only real connection I'm grasping for here is that whether you asphyxiate yourself with carbon monoxide fumes from your fucking moped (Ellison) or stab yourself in the chest (Smith) you're destroying something really special and beautiful that you really have no right to destroy. Depression is an absorbing and ugly disease that millions of people have to cope with daily (especially the folks cursed with the creative impulse, apparently.) As long as you have people who love you and perhaps are trying to help you, please find a way to hold on.
It's really pathetic that I can't write that without it coming across like a public service announcement. I hope the rest of your birthday ends up being a lot of fun, Sybil. Don't let this shit keep you down.
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Sonja
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« Reply #5 on: October 23, 2003, 01:20:17 PM » |
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I believe it was Matt's post and not Sybil's. Matt has a deficiency of knowing how to logoff and logon as his own person...haha.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was...how sick in your mind do you have to be in order to STAB YOURSELF IN THE CHEST? I mean, I've considered (in a weird way) of how I'd do it if I wanted to (not that I would, I love life and wouldn't want to deprive anyone of my beautifulness, hehe)...and never once did I think I could STAB MYSELF IN THE CHEST. There are so many easier ways, dude.
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« Reply #6 on: October 23, 2003, 05:03:27 PM » |
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Dude, I know. That's really the only thing I kept thinking of when I heard the news. Who stabs themselves in the chest??
In other, less caustic, news, I never really got into his music. When I was dating my ex-girlfriend, she bought me the Good Will Hunting soundtrack simply because I had once said that I liked an Elliott Smith song that she had played for me. She took that to mean that I absolutely loved all his songs and wanted to hear every single track he ever produced. Her favorite thing to say was "You'll love it. It's Elliott Smith." I did like his stuff on that soundtrack and I have Either/Or but I hardly listen to it. That "Waltz #2" song was pretty good.
Matt, I agree with your PSA. I can only imagine what life would be like with more than 3 Nick Drake albums for one example.
For more information about suicide, visit your local library.
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Sonja
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« Reply #7 on: October 23, 2003, 07:25:01 PM » |
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Besides, I heard a rumor you don't get into "heaven" if you off yourself.
Ha.
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« Reply #8 on: October 24, 2003, 11:08:38 AM » |
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Hey MattB I didn't know that the guy from Material Issue killed himself. I'm assuming that is the same Material Issue that sang Valerie Loves Me. I went out with a girl from Gilbert, AZ that totally loved that group. Shit, I think I even have that record some where. The things you learn at Nada Mucho.
Oh yeah, wheres my mix tape, ha, ha?
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Matt B
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« Reply #9 on: October 24, 2003, 04:30:40 PM » |
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Give me your address again, Bill! I didn't forget about you, man, I just deleted your email like a total putz. Your richly-deserved treats are sitting right here by my computer - some rare grooves, indeed. I've partied in Gilbert! (I didn't see any cute girls there, though...) And, yeah, we're talking about the same Material Issue. The first record, International Pop Overthrow, is the best. When bands get stuck with that "Beatle-esque" tag, it's generally not because their songs sound like they coulda come off the Help soundtrack. Material Issue had that vibe on quite a few of their early tunes. Shoot me an email ( mattb@nadamucho.com) and I'll get that prize out to you. |
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« Reply #10 on: October 24, 2003, 08:40:02 PM » |
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yah brown, where's my promised mix cd, bastid.
in other news, elliot smith was a complex and interesting man. he made some beautiful, tragic and poetic music that i enjoyed very much. "Needle in the Hay" still moves me to near tears. he also put on one of the most boring, self-indulgent shows i've ever seen at Olympia's 2000 Yo-Yo a Go-Go Festival. like most great artists, he wore his faults and weaknesses on his sleeve with equal prominence, and its infinitely sad that he couldn't find reason to continue living, no matter what he was dealing with.
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« Reply #11 on: October 24, 2003, 08:42:38 PM » |
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and in other news, stabbing yourself in the chest is definitely high on my list of "top 10 coolest ways to kill yourself," but a far distance from number one, which is repeatedly bludgeoning yourself in the head with an axe, a la late Seattle neo-beat poet/musician and cult icon Stephen Jesse Bernstein.....
"Sherry Sherry Baby won't you come out tonight?"
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« Reply #12 on: October 25, 2003, 06:06:19 AM » |
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"Forecast in chrome and plastic, tyrants breathing out oil, slavery, planet hunger versions of Jackie-O. Sherry, Sherry baby, won't you come out tonight. And the stars whisper like old blood at the edges of the body of night. She stood with one hand on the phone for four hours, poised as only a few seconds had passed. I watched her through the crack between the shade and the sill. She waited for a forecast in human trembling, together with other important women. Come, come, come out tonight. The world suffers for her. The clock hurries like a terrified animal and stops, dribbling saliva. She is eating chicken pie and bubble gum. For a month the Luftwaffe lived on raisins, same with the French after the war. Jackie-O recieved fresh oranges from John Kennedy. Silly girl! She can not put down the telephone reciever. She is waiting to recieve my body of work. She wants to take it into her ear. A modeled flush builds under her cheeks. She eats Christmas candy while she waits. The telephone rings and rings. I am not at home. I am with Jackie-O. We are eating oranges from the President. We are alone on the roof of a Park Avenue penthouse. Picture of Marilyn Monroe in my back pocket, molded by heat and sweat to the shape of my buttocks. You are gripping the phone, smiling, eating candy, crying, 'I am with the important women now.' I am secretly an important man.
Hang up the phone, I can't dance with you anymore. Go to your freezer and get a popsicle. Go to your TV. Turn on your TV. You will see me and Jackie-O. She will be taking it in the ear, my body of work. In the planetarium, you will receive a forecast: I will always be more important than you. You will never be important enough. You will never be on the repent end of slavery, never be the one to wield hunger against humanity. Heaven will never be an extension of your body. Your body will always belong to someone else. The picture of Marilyn Monroe flutters across the roof, steaming, shaped like me, shaped like my ass. The sky is filled with oranges during the war. We eat them. The President is alone in a room. He is unimportant. As we eat his oranges the sky grows blacker. The moon ripens and turns red. It rots and is swallowed by the darkness. You are still by the phone. It is ringing and ringing, dead. Sherry, Sherry baby, won't you come out tonight. It is completely dark. The earth freezes. You put down the reciever and go to the window. Come, come, come out tonight."
Fucking genius. When Steven Jesse Bernstein died in '91, the story I kept hearing was that he'd cut his own throat. Tom Nolan, "Poetry Man" from the old Spud Goodman radio show (like anyone remembers that!) told me that Bernstein had discussed "Native American suicide techniques" with him at a party and eventually claimed that, if and when he chose to take his own life, he would fasten a knife to a tree at neck-level and proceed from there.
It's all pussy stuff compared to actually enduring life until something or someone else finishes it for you. Otherwise, figure out how to dispose of your own corpse simultaneously with your suicide so nobody has to find your dumb dead ass. THAT would be "cool".
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Sonja
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« Reply #13 on: October 25, 2003, 05:14:40 PM » |
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You could throw yourself into a wood chipper Fargo-esque. Now THAT would be unique.
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« Reply #14 on: October 25, 2003, 05:15:41 PM » |
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Hey Mr. Brown, how come you don't promise *me* presents like the rest of these assholes? Hmmmmmmmm???
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