muteent

Something about Elliott Smith always makes me feel a little depressed. The way he sings, his lyrics, the chords he plays, or even just the undercurrent of his death in all his songs affects me when I listen to him. I think that's the mark of a great musician, that he can make you feel a certain way when you listen to his songs, no matter what mood you were in before. I guess the fact that he has that kind of power shows a certain level of charisma. Sometimes I find it odd that in all the hard, fast, or just plain brutal music I enjoy, Elliot Smith should stand with the rest. I wish I had seen him, or even heard of him before he died.

Also, girls depress me...

But that's my problem, and Elliott has nothing to do with that.



p.s. I saw a bike ride head first into a stopped car today. Everyone involved was fine, even the car. The woman in the passenger seat was pissed though. I could hear her yelling a block away. Why can't people let things like that go? Maybe she just needed real problems.

Also, I wish I really were a pirate...yea, swashbuckling and pillaging is cool.