More ES - October 25, 2005

After posting about Elliott Smith I felt compelled to read some of the stuff they wrote about him after his death (and some that they wrote before). I also found myself reading the lyrics. Certainly, that has made him a little more difficult to listen to. It becomes that much easier to hear beyond thick, winding chords to the bleakness beneath. Still enjoyable, though. And still as gorgeous.

Another night cooped up owing to all the rain.

Necessity is the mother of invention.


I've switched to a new Brian Eno. What a different aesthetic.