this was a rather nice article on the sixth anniversary on his passing, which was a few days ago.
I remember the day Elliott Smith died, oddly enough. it was a very shitty day in general for me. I was pining emptily for somebody I went to school with- kind of weird, not going into details, suffice to say this was during my self-mutilating stage, very bad/embarrassing time in hindsight- and I was at this stupid college fair with my best friend when they were pushing schools like Allegheny and Penn State on me and I was like OH I CAN GET INTO THOSE LOLZ. then I heard about Elliott and I had heard a few songs of him around that time (like, a month or so beforehand) so I was like ! whoa and it put a damper on the rest of an already ugly day. In January of the next year, I heard "Rose Parade" again on the internet and bought Either/Or out of curiousity. 'nuff said. I fell in love, slowly. not sure what my favorite album is though. I think....hmmm. well, all I know is From a Basement On the Hill is way too disturbing/sad for me to make it the whole way through without feeling like, emotionally punctured.
here's my personal favorite of his:
you? "MISS MISERY," YES?