Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Wednesday, October 22, 2003 One of the things I had wanted to talk to here, at some point, if I had gotten around to it, was the tenth anniversary of the death of my friend Chris, who I still think of often and whose exact day of departure I blank on as frequently as possible. I don't think it would be, but it wouldn't surprise me if it was, seeing as how coincidence likes to bunch things up, so that I can think of today as both the day he died and the day I found Elliott Smith killed himself. I've been spending too much time today listening to the two Smith albums I've got, all scrambled up on the player and the titles of the songs seeming like awful commentary: the first four songs on the playlist are "Bye," "Wouldn't Mama Be Proud," "Easy Way Out," and "Ballad of Big Nothing." Of course, the spell of Smith's soft singing can be commentary enough--most of the songs sound like lullabyes or eulogies, and combined with the lyrics of the songs themselves, they made for exquisitely painful listening before. Now, they're a little too painful--but I'm still listening anyway. posted by Jeff Lester | 3:12 PM | |
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