Apr 28, 2005 15:04
Chances are few will actually read this, but for my own sake I'm posting it.
"I wanted to write about the Elliott Smith that I saw on tour, who seemed shy and fragile one minute then playing super aggressive basketball the next, whose music got me through some hard times. And when I felt bad about playing some gross club with profanity scrawled all over the ceiling, I knew Elliott was out there somewhere making beautiful music in the middle of the same kind of stink. Poets are inspired because they look up at the same sky that Wordsworth used to look at. I was inspired because I looked up at the same starscape of 'Dookie,' 'Nirvana Sux' and 'Eat Me' that Elliott used to look up at. Hopefully people will hear the song and five more people will go out and buy his records or think about what he meant. If it keeps him alive for another few minutes, then I accomplished what I wanted to do."
--Ben Folds, on his song, Late, off of his new album, Songs For Silverman.
I'll send the song to anyone who wants it via aim. Yeah, spread the love.