So I feel I owe you guys an explanation...
I know I dropped off the face of the earth, probably over a year ago now, and since this blog has a lot of followers and the Elliott Smith fan community in general is pretty tight-knit I thought Iâd explain (if anyone even cares anymore).
I, like most of us, listened to Elliott because I was hurting too and felt at home with him. Something pretty terrible happened to me when I was a child (Iâm not comfortable elaborating, sorry) and it led me to essentially go through mental hell for 3 and a half years. I was suicidal, I drank way too much, I self harmed, and I listened to Elliott Smith. I felt like he understood. I felt like he was there and he saw me when no one else in the world knew I was falling apart. The good news is Iâm still here. Once I started feeling better I stopped listening to Elliott (super abruptly, I still havenât listened to the Either/Or vinyl I got like two years ago...). I just couldnât take it. His music brought me back to a time Iâd do anything to never relive, so I ran from it. Well lately Iâve been coming back for nostalgia and to better understand my mindset at the time. Listening to his songs has given me an entirely new perspective on how those years were for me.Â
I think Iâll leave this blog as-is (although there have been a lot of cool and rare Elliott related goings-on lately, Iâm a little salty about it). It would almost be dishonest to continue, because my relationship with Elliottâs music is so different than it was back then. I hope you guys understand (Iâm sure you will, you were always the kindest people).
But finally, before I go, Iâd like to say something to people who might be where I was a few years ago.
I know how you feel. I know that youâre falling apart. I know that Elliott is the only one who understands. Itâs okay to be falling apart, itâs okay to be drinking too much, itâs okay to be doing whatever youâre doing to buy yourself time. I know how hard it is to go through every day thinking of nothing but how youâre going to make it to the next. I know what itâs like to have people tell you âitâll get better, just wait a few yearsâ when you donât even want to live to see tomorrow afternoon. The thing is, I promise you this is the worst things will ever be. Elliott would have gotten better had he chosen to stay. Elliott would want more than anything for you to stay. He would want his music to be an escape that keeps you around long enough to not need an escape anymore. I promise youâll be fine. Maybe not tomorrow, if Iâm being honest maybe not even next year, but one of these days youâll be sitting somewhere beautiful, with someone you love, and youâll almost start to cry because youâre so happy and it scares you so much that you almost threw it away. I love you. Elliott loves you. Chin up kiddo (bottoms up on some nights), youâll be okay.
Goodbye everyone. I love you all.
XO
Julia


















