Elliott Smith R.I.P.

[Fico]

Originally posted by Celeste:
   

Originally posted by ggw™:
 

Because Rhett, I was following your doctrine of "somebody grates on me, I'm entitled to grate on them."
 
 You constantly exhibit that ideal in both your statements and actions, yet when somebody practices it on you, you throw a hissy fit...[/b]

GGW, he is no different than anyone else in that respect. You do tend to be a little harsher with him than with others, though I have observed similarities between you and he, which are curious.
 
 I should clarify for everyone the reason we stopped posting, or, I should speak for myself only, that the reason I stopped posting, was that I found people on the board to be definitely self-righteous, often humorless, and to a degree kind of stupid. Not everyone, of course...the whole midget tirade just illustrated alot of this very clearly. Anyway...I don't plan on posting much, now, either...just a slow day, I guess... [/b]

You three should get a room...

[ggw]

Originally posted by Rhett Miller:
  Calling a random person a "porky midget" can hardly be equated with posting someone's home address on an internet chatboard.

Like I said, it was just a random address until you piped up.  In fact it was on a thread you never contributed to and was in no way associated with you.  Until now.
 
 

Originally posted by Rhett Miller:
 So then if your willingly doing the same "wrongs" as me, what gives you the right to judge me and call me names as if you're somehow better than me?
 

I've only directed those "wrongs" at you.  And since they are not "wrongs" in your book, I've done you no "wrong."  
 
 And I am better than you.

[thirsty moore]

I didn't know Elliot Smith ended it all at the lovely Chalfonte.

[Charlie Nakatestes, Japanese Golfer]

That's news to me, but I did hear Colonel Johnson sold him the knife.
 
 

Originally posted by thirsty moore:
  I didn't know Elliot Smith ended it all at the lovely Chalfonte.

[Celeste]

Originally posted by thirsty moore:
  I didn't know Elliot Smith ended it all at the lovely Chalfonte.

He was actually murdered by one of their giant cockroaches, but Bernstein Management covered it up with this suicide bit. Look for the scandal to be exposed the City Paper this week...

[thirsty moore]

I was wondering how he penetrated his own ribcage.

[SPARX]

The basketball story is a good one at the bottom.                                             From Beck:                                               I heard the news this morning that Elliott Smith had passed away. It is a terrible loss for myself and many of my friends, who knew, worked and hung out with him. Needless to say he was one of the best songwriters of our day and a formidable musician. He was also soft spoken, intelligent and extremely humble. He had an acute sense of justice. At one of my shows last year he tried to intervene with security who were harrassing a kid, and was in turn beaten and arrested by them. We know he’s had his struggles over the years and I was heartened by word that he was on an upswing and preparing a new album. We even talked a few times about getting together and making some music when I got off tour. Nobody was to know what would happen, but I am grateful for the times we got to tour and hang out together. He will be missed and the ramifications of his absence will long be felt. - Bek
 
 I have a good memory of him, from when I recorded a few songs for the xo album: we were at Sunset Sound, and on a break we were playing basketball, and he had all these wigs and costumes. He brought out this pirate hat that somehow had an eye patch built into it. Anyway, we devised a game where we all had to take turns doing a lay-up wearing the pirate hat and patch, and we each had to do our best pirate impersonation while trying to make the shot. It was ridiculous and somehow so sweet! At least he had a light side in there at some point. I'm going to hold on to that image of him hobbling towards the the basketball hoop in pirate garb, shouting, "Ahrrrrr!", and laughing. - Joey Waronker, longtime drummer for Beck.

[thenotebookgirl]

Late response, but RIP Elliott Smith.
 
 Makes you think about things really, how someone who had so much talent and created so much beauty could have so much sadness and ugliness inside. I've been listening to his music, his fragile and delicate voice, wondering what he was thinking in that brutal moment before he chose to do what he did. Whether he was searching for something, whether he was sad, whether he was scared, whether he decided to fuck it all and go home for the rest of eternity?
 
 And then you listen to "Say Yes":
 
 It's always been wait and see
 A happy day and then you pay
 And feel like shit the morning after
 But now I feel changed around and instead falling down
 I'm standing up the morning after
 
 Situations get fucked up
 And turned around sooner or later
 
 Then you wonder where the hope went.
 
 I guess we'll never know, but it's particularly tragic when you think of what could have been. It's a thought that will keep me going, for sure, through my own existentialist self-analytical self-obsessed dark moments. What happens next? You'll never know unless you try. When it all seems too much now, I'll just try to ask myself "What could be?" Maybe I can create something beautiful too.
 
 Sorry, I'm rambling.
 
 But, goodbye Elliott.

Originally posted by thirsty moore:
  I was wondering how he penetrated his own ribcage.

He used a force multiplier.