Bottle Up And Explode!

A friend of mine on Facebook just shared this, and since it was less than 3 minutes long I figured it was sufficient enough for my attention. Is that weird? The way out mind works, that is. If it had been 5 minutes long, I’m not sure if I would have been willing to commit. But what the fuck am I saying? This is Elliott Smith we’re talking about.

I’ve been a huge Elliott Smith fan for about 3 years now. I had heard a few of his songs before but didn’t really get the bug until a few years later – my sophomore year of college specifically.

I fell in love with Figure 8 first. Damn, what an album. Almost every song is pure gold. And after Figure 8 I became obsessed with XO, specifically “Waltz #1”. I would listen to that song over and over and over and over and just cry in my room. I was at the tail-end of getting over someone, and it was the perfect hemlock to aid in my misery.

There are moments on XO that are sweet, some introspective, and others that are downright edgy. That’s probably one of the reasons I like it so much; It’s so varied and different. The songwriting is impeccable, and the lyrics feel just out of reach of full comprehension.

I love Elliott’s performance here because it is so edgy. He’s crying out, more vocally aggressive than usual.

Too bad I was only 8 years old when this show happened

That’s why it pains me a little to go to Irving Plaza and other venues I know Elliott played. There’s a sense of history and legend there that I was just too young to have any knowledge of at the time; I feel like I missed out maybe. Sometimes I close my eyes and try to smell the air of sweat and beer, hear the crowd jabber and imagine if this night could have felt anything like ones past.