Elliott Smith
Elliott Smith
Steven Paul "Elliott" Smithwas an American singer, songwriter, and musician. Smith was born in Omaha, Nebraska, raised primarily in Texas, and lived for much of his life in Portland, Oregon, where he first gained popularity. Smith's primary instrument was the guitar, though he was also proficient with piano, clarinet, bass guitar, drums, and harmonica. Smith had a distinctive vocal style, characterized by his "whispery, spiderweb-thin delivery", and used multi-tracking to create vocal layers, textures, and harmonies...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth6 August 1969
CityOmaha, NE
CountryUnited States of America
I think that record gave me a reputation for being a really dark, depressed person but I think I'm just about as happy as all the other people I know.
Items like televisions and computers are considered hazardous waste. If we have to dispose of an item like that now, it isn't just a matter of putting it in the trash. It requires special handling.
I'm comfortable apart,It's all written on my chartThat I take what's given to meMost cooperatively.I do what people sayAnd lie in bed all dayAbsolutely horrified,I hope you're satisfied.
I may not seem quite right,But i'm not f**ked, not quite.
I got tired of doing battle with people thinking I was a little weird because I wasn't in a band making happy, stilted music. The only people who really seem weird to me are people who think they're normal. People who think it's possible to be normal just by doing the same things that most people do. Is there a most people? I don't know. Television makes it seem like there is, but I think that might just be television,
Haven't laughed this hard in a long time. I better stop now before I start crying. Go off to sleep in the sunshine...I don't want to see the day when its dying.
It's a lot easier to tell the truth usually.
Somewhere where people aren't so mad would be nice, but I don't know if there is anywhere like that.
I don't really think of time off as writing blocks. I think that's a western notion of demonizing inactivity. When your imagination decides it needs to take a nap. maybe that's what it needs to do.
I rode on a float in one of the parades in Mississippi. It's an experience.
I wondered if I would talk about drug use. But I guess, why hide it?
Nothing's gonna drag me down to a death that's not worth cheating.
I went walking around the city some more, people watching with a cold, blank stare. And I saw your face in everyone, I swear.
While his history of depression is compatible with suicide... and the location and direction of the stab wounds are consistent with self-infliction, several aspects of the circumstances (as they are known at this time) are atypical of suicide and raise the possibility of homicide.