mp3 wednesdays: between the bars;

The late blooming of my “interest” in music has always been something that has taken my contemporaries by surprise. There are many musicians whose work means a lot to me who are dead – Jeff Buckley and Kurt Cobain being the most obvious examples – but while their stories move me, I grew to love them posthumously and so I always knew that there was a full stop on our relationship. Elliott Smith was the first musician I genuinely loved to die “on my watch” if you like, and the circumstances of his death struck a chord with the situation I was in at the time.

I miss him. I may never have met him, but a little bit of me always will miss him.

Sunday 6th August would have been Elliott Smith’s 37th birthday, so this week’s songs are something of a tribute. I’ve tried to stay away from obvious picks, not including my favourite song.

Between The Bars (probably my favourite studio track of Elliott’s, from Either/Or)
New Disaster (one of the many Basement-era demos in circulation, loads of which are better than the tracks which made it onto the album)
Thirteen (a cover of the Big Star song, which I love so much that one time when it played in Mono while I was stuck at the bar I had to text Fi on the other side of the room to squee)

Bonus! The Decemberists – Clementine (no, not the Castaways and Cutouts track! There’s a bit of me actually likes this version better than Elliott’s)

(Second week of my musical Wednesday posts and already I’m picking up themes. Don’t roll your eyes though, it could have been worse – Ben Gibbard turns 30 on Friday. But hey, The Rich Girls Are Weeping did a better job of celebrating that one than I ever could have hoped to.

Oh, what the hell – have a live, acoustic version of my favourite Postal Service track Brand New Colony.

*cough* And me of a couple of years ago would be mentioning that today is the lovely Gillian Anderson’s birthday… anyway.)

Strange muscle pains have kept me off work these past few days. Today has mostly been about reading the sort of trashy novels my bookseller boyfriend would despair of me for, becoming increasingly frustrated at how difficult it is to coax life out of my laptop these days, and smirking a little at this. Still planning on playing the jetsetting businesswoman tomorrow though, keep your fingers crossed for me I can get out of bed without wincing. I’d quite frankly rather gouge my eyes out than spend another day in the house.

PS Lambchop review from the weekend here. I hate reviewing bands I know nothing about, but there’s one line in there I’m quite proud of ๐Ÿ™‚

As before, all links are YouSendIt. Please buy Elliott Smith albums at Cheers.



  1. Jay
    August 9, 2006 / 5:31 pm

    are you secretley working your way through Richard&Judy’s recommended reads? Is that what it is ?;)

  2. William
    August 9, 2006 / 6:17 pm

    Hope you feel better soon!

  3. August 9, 2006 / 8:19 pm

    Fuck you, Stringer ๐Ÿ˜€

    Williiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiam I miss you ๐Ÿ™

  4. William
    August 9, 2006 / 9:07 pm

    If you say so.