I’m amazed that the more I listen to Elliot Smith’s albums such as Either/Or, the more I’m astounded at his range of talents, depth of feeling, and melodic smarts. I can’t get enough of the piercing truths popping out of that guitars of his.
His songs are colored in ranges of brown — goldwatch-brown, sunset-brown, tobacco-brown, bloodstained-brown, shit-brown, oldwoodencoin-brown, sweetdirtsmell-brown.
I’m a bit ashamed that I had many of his albums in my collection for a long time, that I wasn’t impressed, and that, only after he died, did I become a massive fan.