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January 28, 2004
Look out, Jack
It was around this time last year that I met Elliott Smith at Safeway, so maybe that's why I'm only just beginning to feel genuinely sad about his death. Last night I watched poor old E struggling through the inadvertently hilarious Miss Misery video and I remembered Jason Martin telling me way back when I was 20 that I might as well be obsessed with ESmith since Nick Drake was already dead. I looked around sadly at the Elliott Smith concert posters still lining my walls and I wondered where in the world would I find another shy troubadour to aggressively stalk? Then The John Francis stopped by.
Posted by didofoot at January 28, 2004 03:20 PM
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Posted by: chambochae at February 1, 2004 08:16 AM
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