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.