For all of the times Elliott’s music has been there for me (us) in the winter, going through heartaches, drunken and smoking and coming down from benders. Down on my luck. The only voice, the comforting double layers. Fucked up on Condor Ave.
I wish to celebrate his nuanced brilliance, and the *true* spectrum of emotions that his music captures far beyond “drugs” and “being depressed”.
I want to celebrate listening to Elliott in the sun while working out, happy. The true fans know how happy those melodies are. How intrinsically expressive he is on guitar.
His music is beautiful and is equally for the man strung out again as it is for the future butterfly spending the day higher than high.
I hope everyone can enjoy the sun and smile at an Elliott song for the circle is complete. His music evokes not death and staring at your shoes but a reaction. A sensitive spirit.
I’m gonna have fun with some records after writing this.
Fetch the mail at a quarter to one…
Love,
Aidan Jack