For anyone who hasn't heard, Elliott Smith was found dead today. Cause was stabbing, apparently self-inflicted.
It's a little early for chest-beating and garment-rending, but I'll say for now that this is the first time I've ever felt personally affected by the death of someone I never met, large-scale tragedies duly excepted. So this is what it's like. huh.
I know not everyone's a fan, but I'll post the AP wire notice below just in case.
LOS ANGELES (AP) -- Elliott Smith, a singer-songwriter whose dark-tinged, introspective songs and plaintive singing voice won universal critical acclaim, has apparently committed suicide, his publicist and coroner's officials said Wednesday. He was 34.
Smith's body was found by his live-in girlfriend Tuesday, Los Angeles County Coroner Records Supervisor Marsha Grigsby told Associated Press Radio.
He sustained a single stab wound to the chest that appeared to be self-inflicted, she said.
Smith's New York-based publicist also confirmed his death.
Smith released five widely acclaimed solo albums that garnered modest commercial success. His song "Miss Misery," recorded for the film "Good Will Hunting," was nominated for an Academy Award in 1998.
Smith's songs were often compared with those of Alex Chilton, Nick Drake and the Beatles, his favorite band. They were marked by intricate melodies written over unorthodox chord changes.
Lyrically, they addressed such dark subject matter as drug addiction, troubled relationships and loneliness -- though Smith tried to distance himself from the label of confessional songwriter.
"I don't feel like my songs are particularly fragile or revealing," he said in a 1998 interview in the Los Angeles Times. "It's not like a diary, and they're not intended to be any sort of super intimate confessional singer-songwriterish thing."
Smith was born Steven Paul Smith on Aug. 6, 1969, in Nebraska; his mother was a singer and his father was a psychiatrist. He spent most of his childhood with his mother in the suburbs of Dallas and then moved to Portland, Ore., in high school to live with his father.
Smith studied piano and guitar as a youth and began composing songs when he was 13. He began calling himself Elliott in middle school, he later explained to a reporter, because Steve sounded too "jockish."
Smith graduated Hampshire College in Amhert, Mass., with a degree in philosophy and later joined a Portland punk band called Heatmiser. On the side, he recorded several solo albums -- "Roman Candle" (1994), "Elliott Smith" (1995) and "Either/Or" (1997), all on independent labels -- that won him a devoted underground following.
In 1997, he moved to New York City, where film director Gus Van Sant approached him with an offer to use several of Smith's songs on the soundtrack to "Good Will Hunting." The movie was a hit, bringing Smith's music to a mainstream audience.
Smith subsequently signed with Dreamworks Records and recorded two albums with bigger budgets that featured denser arrangements than his early work. "XO" (1998) and "Figure 8" (2000) continued Smith's critical winning streak, and took him to the middle reaches of Billboard's Top 200 albums chart.
"I don't really have any goals as a songwriter," he once said, "other than to show what it's like to be a person - just like everybody else who's ever played music does."
Smith had recently spoken in interviews about his struggles with alcoholism. "When I lived in New York I was really a bad alcoholic for a few years," he told Under the Radar magazine in an interview published in June 2003.
In an effort to quit drinking, Smith told the magazine, he had undergone treatment at the Neurotransmitter Restoration Center in Beverly Hills, which administers an intravenous solution meant to clear the bloodstream of toxins.
Posted by chrisk at October 22, 2003 10:44 PMMy very good friend Shannon emailed me the story tonight, the first I'd heard of it. Her comment: "My heart is so broken."
Amen.
I don't think I'll ever forget having the chance to see him play at the 9:30 Club in DC on his birthday. His parents were in the audience. I don't remember which song it was, but he swore during it. When it was over, he looked up at his parents really sheepishly and apologized to his mom.
What a horrible, horrible loss to the music community.
Posted by: e lo at October 22, 2003 11:22 PM