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"Yeah, I jumped off a cliff, but let's talk about something else," Elliott Smith told me in 1997.
It was shortly after the release of his breakthrough album on Kill Rock Stars, Either/Or, and Smith had recently attempted suicide by throwing himself off a cliff, suffering only minor injuries.
Long before last Tuesday, October 21, the day Smith finally succeeded in killing himself, his friends and family had been all too aware of his predilection for self-abuse. Still, when the first reports of his suicide started appearing, I was incredulous, like it was too obvious a rumor to be true.
"I think he always had that button in there," Pete Krebs, a Portland, Oregon, singer-songwriter and longtime friend of Smith's, said last week after hearing of his death. "That kind of self-destruction definitely accounted for his alcoholism and his drug use and the way he treated himself, the way he thought of himself. I can't say that I've met anybody quite as fragile and almost comically freaked-out as Elliott."
Krebs, formerly of the band Hazel, was touring with Elliott Smith when I first interviewed Smith in 1997. But when I spoke with Krebs two days after Smith's death, he told me that, like many of Smith's friends from the Pacific Northwest, he hadn't seen Elliott for a few years.
"A lot of his really close, old friends wouldn't hear from him for months, years at a time," Krebs says. "It wasn't him being a rock star, or being too busy -- Elliott kind of always had this aspect to him that was just crawling out of his own skin."
Elliott Smith launched his musical career in Portland in the early 1990s, playing in the band Heatmiser before recording his first solo LP, Roman Candle, for the tiny Cavity Search label. Even back then, he suffered from major depression, which manifested itself gracefully through his finger-picked, soft melodies.
"In Portland we got the brunt of Elliott's initial depression," Krebs says. "We saw that a long time ago. Lots of people have stories of their own experiences of staying up with Elliott 'til five in the morning, holding his hand, telling him not to kill himself.
"I don't think that anybody was really surprised, to be honest, that knew him from around here. If there's anything that people are freaked out about, or affected by, it's definitely the brutality of his act."
Smith died at a Los Angeles hospital after committing a poet's version of seppuku -- stabbing himself in the heart with a knife.
Elliott Smith's former bandmate from Heatmiser, Sam Coomes, sang on his group Quasi's 1998 album Featuring "Birds", "I'm not trying to document my suicide. You won't live long, but you may write the perfect song. Please excuse those who choose not to play along," on "The Poisoned Well." It was a not-so-subtle barb directed at Smith, with whom Quasi would later tour extensively, even playing as his back-up band.
When I met Smith, he came across as gentle and fragile, speaking softly and slowly, pondering each question before he replied. After his in-store performance at Stinkweeds Records in Tempe, he accepted an invitation to continue drinking beer at my house. There were six other people present, one who brought an acoustic guitar, leading Smith to start a round-robin of songs -- though no one especially cared to compare their talents to his.
He played our favorites from Either/Or, covers of Neil Young and Hank Williams songs, and obscurities like "I Figured You Out," a song he wrote but never recorded, though Boston busker Mary Lou Lord had released a version of it earlier that year. Offhandedly, he told us that Lord, who had unsuccessfully pursued a romance with him, had told him he was the next Kurt Cobain, another tragic musician with whom she had a fling. Though Smith laughed it off as ridiculous, the allusion seems prophetic now.
At the time, Portland-based director Gus Van Sant was incorporating songs from Either/Or into his new film, Good Will Hunting. Smith recorded one new song, "Miss Misery," for the movie, which earned him an Academy Award nomination for best song, a category he shared with Titanic diva Celine Dion. Less than a year after he had been drinking beer on my porch at 3 a.m., he would play for millions of people on network TV.
We spoke on the phone shortly before the televised ceremony, and joked about Dion pulling a Tonya Harding on him to secure the award for herself. "Yeah, some big thug guy that's abusive to her beats me with a monkey wrench to the throat, then breaks my fingers. . . . You never know," he said.
Smith appeared at the Academy Awards sporting a blinding white Prada tuxedo, as if to emphasize how out of place he was. His soft, intense (though abridged for brevity by the Academy) version of "Miss Misery" was one of the most intense and elegant performances the Academy Awards has ever staged, his singing barely more than a whisper. Afterward, Smith returned to the stage with Dion, uncomfortably holding her hand while they took a bow.
Elliott Smith had moved to Brooklyn, New York, in mid-1997, to escape the hurtful memories of a broken relationship he had left behind in Portland. In 1999, he relocated to Los Angeles, where he recorded his last full-length album, Figure 8. Speculation was rampant the last few years that Smith had sunk into a pit of despair, alcoholism and drug abuse. His shows were erratic; he would forget or mumble lyrics, often stopping songs halfway through.
"While Elliott was living in Portland, [drugs] weren't a problem for him, he just drank and stuff," Krebs says. "I think when he went to New York and Los Angeles, especially L.A., that's what kind of killed him in a manner of speaking. He was around people who knew him not as Elliott, but as Elliott Smith the rock star."
Smith was involved in a fracas with L.A. County sheriffs at a Flaming Lips/Beck show last November that landed him in an L.A. County jail. The Flaming Lips' Wayne Coyne told Billboardmagazine last week that Smith had appeared "to have lost control of himself," describing him as "needy" and "grumpy."
Smith told Under the Radarmagazine in a March interview that he had been treated for drug and alcohol addiction at the Neurotransmitter Restoration Center in Beverly Hills, with a process where the blood is infused with massive amounts of amino acids and proteins, ostensibly restoring neurotransmitters to their pre-abuse state.
"I think he genuinely wanted to stop feeling so bad," Krebs says.
Smith had been in the process of completing an album titled From a Basement on a Hill, and had released two songs on a limited-edition seven-inch single in August on Seattle's Suicide Squeeze label, "Pretty (Ugly Before)" and "A Distorted Reality Is Now a Necessity to Be Free." He had built a recording studio in the San Fernando Valley and was reportedly shopping the album to independent labels after coming to an agreement with DreamWorks that allowed him a hiatus from his contract.
Whether From a Basement on a Hillwill see release is not known at this time, although there is reportedly enough completed music for a full LP. On one track, "King's Crossing," he sings, "Give me one reason not to do it . . ." Other song titles from the album are equally disturbing -- "Strung Out Again," "Let's Get Lost," "Shooting Star" and "Fond Farewell."
"He was always one for a play on words," Krebs says of the noir-ish titles. "On a lot of his songs the titles were really telling. A lot of those titles were a lot less metaphoric and more abrupt than I've come to expect."
Elliott Smith's abrupt suicide, as sadly predictable as it was, significantly lessens the pool of great songwriters putting out sublimely beautiful music -- or at least ones with a broad profile and the ability to engender true hope in their listeners. His fans, friends and family are left only with memories and an incredible catalogue of recordings by one of the greatest songwriters in recent memory.
"I don't have a memory of him as a drug addict or as a crazy person or anything other than my friend, a really funny, really super smart, caring person," Krebs says.
Smith sported a tattoo on his upper right arm of Ferdinand the Bull, from the children's story and classic Disney cartoon, wherein a bee stings a gentle, flower-sniffing bull, and observers mistakenly think that he is on an angry rampage. If only Elliott Smith had smelled a few more flowers, perhaps his life would not have ended in the ugly self-abusive rampage that it did.