My Little CrockPot of News and Thoughts

A Lost Page in my Sketchbook: "It was a slow day that day; a day for landscapes" ... Last night I picked up my copy of Elliott Smith's latest and final album, From a Basement on the Hill. I've made several attempts to make it through the album but I can't. It's not because the album is boring or "too" depressing. The reason is all because of the ninth track on the record. "Twilight" has been on constant repeat ever since I first heard it. True to his style, this song delivers slightly sad, heartfelt lyrics with a soft acoustic accompaniment, but at the same time it comes across (to me) as being a bit bittersweet. His words turn from the mournful realization of his love for another woman (both he and this other woman are in relationships themselves), too the fanciful "what if" thoughts of if they were together. I've never been in a situation like this, but, through the intimacy of the track, one can almost get a feel of what it must be like. It's a haunting song made even more melancholy by his untimely death, one year ago today... *sigh*