Elliott Smith was a cult artist until he appeared on the Academy Awards singing a song he had written that was nominated as best song of the year. He seemed so frail as 300,000 000 people around the world watch. He transcended from indie rock poet to world class artist. He died either at his own hand or in a love, junkie spat and became iconic forever. Here he is is again alive as a digital memory that you can sleep with if you so desire ( that is the operative word still.)
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