Elliott Smith

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After the modest but surprising interest in Elliott Smith’s solo debut, 1994’s <i>Roman Candle</i>, the musical life of the 25-year-old singer-songwriter became evermore bifurcated. He’d spent much of the decade in Heatmiser, a rock band swept by the colossal wave of grunge to major-label height. But as tension increased inside the band, and Smith drifted away from Heatmiser’s storming material, he increasingly focused on his own intricate and delicate tunes: Acoustic transmissions of addiction, ostracization, and emotional upheaval that were every bit as gorgeous as they were pained. In the throes of obsessive productivity, Smith was suddenly in the midst of a rare and remarkable outbursts of songs—the kind of creative streak that Bob Dylan had experienced in the 1960, and that Joni Mitchell had found during the 1970. The fruits of Smith’s songwriting blitz are on full display on his self-titled sophomore album, released in 1995. Earlier that year, Smith had relocated to the home of his friend Leslie Uppinghouse, setting up in front of an 8-track in the small room with high ceilings that doubled as her office and studio. Smith was nervous about Heatmiser’s contract negotiation, and how it might affect his own solo work, but he got to work anyway. He already had one song in the can—“Needle in the Hay,” which he’d recorded with a friend in 1994. It’s a haunted but graceful examination of codependence, as well as of the ends to which we can go to sate our demon. That song became the template for the new album, in which Smith’s intricate fingerpicking and patient strums—as well as his slightly dissonant tunings—are used to create vulnerable portraits of characters on the fringe: The drunk with nowhere to go but down (“Clementine”); the insomniac enduring endless existential anxiety (“Satellite”); the person who needs chemicals more than validation (“St. Ides Heaven”). These are exquisite and heartbreaking images from the lip of the aby. .

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