“Somebody That I Used To Know” by Elliot Smith
Can you imagine what it’s like to stab yourself in the chest? I hate to go straight there when talking about someone I have just recently identified as a musical genius, but man, what an intense way to kill yourself. You can’t hesitate. You have to come down really hard to pierce the sternum. Not only that, but you have to do it at such an awkward angle, so even more force is needed. There’s something truly symbolic to me about that act. And before you fill my comment box (which never happens), I know it was never officially ruled a suicide, but it hasn’t been ruled out, and in reading the story, murder seems unlikely.
I don’t know how I miss out on things like this, but I missed the bus on Elliot Smith. When he killed himself, I remarked to my friend Frannie that I had never heard his stuff, and she made me a CD. I don’t know if I didn’t listen to it carefully enough, but he just wasn’t on my radar. I hate to think of all the other music I’ve missed out on in my life.
1 comment:
oooh something to wikipedia this afternoon! I know he was dead but I didnt know he STABBED HIMSELF. WTF man. That's crazy. If it were me, I would just take a bunch of pills and go to sleep.
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