High Bias
October 26, 2003
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Elliott Smith, 1969-2003

Wow.

I think it's safe to say that no one saw this one coming. When singer/songwriter Elliott Smith wasn't touring or promoting an album, he kept to himself. Rumors, such as the one about him climbing back on the horse, might spread, but official statements rarely appeared unless he had music to support. But we never know how much stock to put in rumors; unless certain ones persist, they're easily ignored. And since Smith was hardly a big enough star to be constant fodder for wagging tongues, there weren't enough hints in the air to predict this kind of tragedy.

Thanks to his death, we now have plenty of reports detailing his running battles with drug and alcohol addiction, his uneven performances of the past year, the recurring pain in one of his hands and, tellingly, his prescriptions for anti-depressants. It seems the sadness in his music wasn't feigned or exaggerated, and he was quite forthcoming in song about his love/hate relationship with heroin. As we know from Kurt Cobain's example, smack, depression and chronic pain can be a lethal combination. But we'll ultimately never know why such a smart, talented and, by most accounts, loving guy like Elliott Smith would kill himself.

Suicide has a funny reputation. The general view is that most folks who call suicide hotlines or botch their attempts to kill themselves are considered pathetic whiners who just want attention. (Though if a suicide attempt, determined or not, is the extreme to which one has to go to be noticed by the rest of humanity, there's something wrong with both participant and spectators, but that's a different issue.) But what about the ones that succeed? What kind of despair permeates someone to the degree that he or she sees no way out of the deep, dark hole except death? How can those of us left alive understand what goes through the mind of someone so determined to end his life that he makes sure he's alone and that no one knows what he's doing, so there will be no mistake and no reprieve? (more)

Album reviews of new music by:

Dixie Witch
Dixie Witch has long been tapped as a leading light in the underground heavy rock scene, and One Bird, Two Stones is ample reason why. (more)
Dysrhythmia
Unlike so many instrumental rock albums, Pretest is no indulgence in wankery, but an honest-to-Miles Davis artistic statement. (more)
The Mike Kaplan Nonet
How's That? presents a balancing point between the power of a big band and the finesse of a smaller group. (more)
Nedelle
Nedelle Torisi grew up the daughter of a jazz drummer and a pianist, and her music moves way beyond the typically confining limits of punk and postpunk on Republic of Two. (more)
oh my god
Chicago trio oh my god dials back the quirk and turns up the tunes on its third album Interrogations and Confessions. (more)
Solefald
Solefald's fourth album In Harmonia Universali is a fine example of the work being done by the current wave of post-black metal artists. (more)
Everett Young
The Ground is effortlessly melodic, grandly produced cosmic pop, intimate yet expansive, like someone whispering secrets in your ear through a megaphone. (more)

And get stagestruck by Chuck Prophet.

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