Showing posts with label Elliott Smith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elliott Smith. Show all posts

1.11.2010

Lonely Leered


Figure 8 by Elliott Smith


I've been an Elliott Smith fan for a many years now, though unfortunately I'm one of those people who only began to listen to Elliott Smith posthumously (the first song I ever heard was "A Fond Farewell" when it first came out). And if anything, one of the greatest things about his music is that it continues to grow on you, whether it is the first time you've heard it or the 18th.


Figure 8 is a deeply personal album for me; songs like "Somebody that I Used to Know" or "Easy Way Out" just deeply resonated with me (who could ever ignore the lines "I had tender feelings that you made hard/But it's your heart, not mine, that's scarred" or the lines "There's no escape for you except in someone else/Although you've already disappeared within yourself"). And so before starting, I sat myself down and read each lyric, I looked up some interviews of him discussing the album, and I read Pitchfork's review. And with such a scathing review in mind, it seems a strange wonder that Smith's album should show up as one of Pitchfork's favorite albums of the past decade.


And the only reason is this: it takes a while for it to sink in. Elliott Smith intended for the songs to have a lack of regard for musical styles, influences, reactions, or anything else -- they were what interested him, and pigeonholing-be-damned, they were on this record. Naturally upon first listen, songs like "In the Lost and Found (Honky Bach)" might have come off as simply strange, random songs with retarded instrument choices.


But the most interesting part of Figure 8 is its immediate intimacy and subtle distance; the warm guitars and an absence of over-production makes the songs inviting, while impressionistic and somewhat less personal lyrics work to make the lyrics less autobiographical and personal and more mass appeal.


Listening to an album many years after the artists' death is much different from experiencing it the first time (which is why I can understand Pitchfork's original review). It's easy to get caught up in the tragedy of his death, or the hardships he faced while he was alive -- but I don't think he ever wrote his songs with the view "I'm going to commit suicide, and after I die, these songs are going to be how people understand my death". It's frustrating that a lot of the original intentions of these songs are overshadowed simply because of his death. My experience with Elliott Smith has been much different: if anything, Elliott Smith songs only seem to get better the longer it has time to grow on you.


When I first listened to Figure 8, immediate favorites were "Son of Sam", "Junk Bond Trader", "Wouldn't Mama Be Proud?" and "Stupidity Tries". But literally every song on the album has grown on me; as Smith said it himself, "When people talk about how I'm all gloom, it makes me feel bad. Nobody wants to be described as depressing. Sometimes I'm depressed and sometimes I'm not, just like everyone else. Usually songs, and not just my songs, are true for certain times, but they're not true to what you're feeling all the time. They're about how you feel sometimes."

10.28.2009

Morning Light

So I am finally making good on my promise to come in every week to volunteer for Nancy...next week. (Haha!) I feel bad for being completely unreliable, but considering the little benefit I'm getting from the majority of the work I do there, it should be understandable. General responsibilities in the foreseeable future: tutoring middle school children (which, as far as the creepy child stereotype goes, a lot of them still fall under...it's not very fun to hang out with a kid when the only thing they'll do is stare blankly at your face), and volunteering for Carry5 and Water1st, as well as working on the youth advisory board.

The only thing that I'm really looking forward to is the holidays. Not because it's a fantastic cheery time of year and full of good will and all that other bullcrap they try to package in a card. But because it's the one time of the year that the majority of people actually sincerely try to pretend like their life could possibly be a model for a Hallmark card. Normally I dislike seeing all these fake people but sometimes it's nice to take a break and pretend with everyone else that it really is the most wonderful time of the year.

Other than that life is basically the same. The only other highlight is the possible ownership of an actual high quality camera. I don't pretend to be a good photographer or even an amateur. I will admit that I love beautiful looking cameras, as well as the wonderful pictures that come from them. I am tempted to figure out a way to buy an antique camera.

And I keep telling myself that I'm going to go see that famed Chewing Gum wall, or go to a park, or just basically go anywhere at all, but I'm a liar.

Elliott Smith - King's Crossing