You know when you’re in eighth grade and you listen to the same album over and over and over again until you think it’s going to bleed? I’m doing that now, and I’m not in eighth grade. I have listened to Elliott Smith’s Figure 8 probably five times a day for the past month. It’s not even my overall favorite of his works (that would be XO), but I don’t have the palate for, like, anything else right now.
I told my brother and he responded, “Elliott Smith. I see you’re in that mood, eh?”