elliott and his pricks
elliott smith's last show in nyc.
i got an email one afternoon, around 4pm, from the owner of lit, asking me if i wouldn't mind coming down to shoot a small, 'secret' show by elliott smith that night. i grabbed my camera and ran. the basement of lit holds about 100 people crammed in tight. there was no stage, just the floor and a chair and a mike. everyone was sitting on the floor, and was reverentially quiet.
sad to say he barely got through an entire song. i could actually smell him from where i sat, and it smelled like a bar at last call. his girlfriend had to physically support him to get him to the chair. it was a long way from the last time i had seen him, on the xo tour, with quasi. that was exquisite. this, i was just happy to commune with him, albeit briefly, if only to remember how much his music meant to me, and how good it was when he played it well. we were all just really happy to be there.