It's difficult to put into words the simple, quiet power of Elliott Smith.
Melancholy and supremely moving, Smith's music was probably as pristine a reflection of the tortured soul of an artist as anything you're likely to ever experience. He exposed every bit of himself, and through that, those who found that they could relate to his personal triumphs and -- far more often -- tragedies also discovered a kind of peace in the knowledge that something so beautiful could come from a heart so ravaged. More than just about any other singer-songwriter, Elliott Smith's music means something to me.
It's the stuff of sadness and loss -- grace in resignation. It's so very, very human.
On April 6th, Elliott's first and last albums will be reissued as remastered editions.
Here now, two songs from that final posthumously released record, From a Basement on a Hill.
This is Twilight and Fond Farewell.
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