This is Elliott Smith, the loneliest man in our vast and densely populated world.
And this song is about loneliness in the night street and life between bars, from bar to bar and from bar to bar. That's how Elliott Smith lived. He was dragging his guitar here and there, singing in smoky rooms for ten people, getting depressed for a long time and not singing anything to anybody. In this clip, you'll see him on some fledu with curtains completely covering the window. It's better that way, it's more peaceful for his tormented soul - with the window closed, hiding in the warm kitchen of a cheap apartment from the unbearable world.
He worked in a bakery with a bachelor's degree in philosophy. He wrote songs for himself. He was literally dragged to the limelight by the ears of friends and producers. Blessed country America, where the loner Elliot Smith, forever wandering the fringes and margins of life, found himself needed on labels and even in show business. But he was incorrigible, this quiet man with the strained, sickly face that so clearly betrayed his constant, unrelenting, enduring bewilderment of life.
He had, after all, managed to be dragged into the big game and sent on a concert tour. But the stammering quiet loner couldn't stand the crowds, the incessant noise and stress, the concert conveyor belt, the life in plain sight. He recharged his batteries by constantly listening to sixties music and singing harmonic, fun, life-loving Beatles songs to his guitar. But in the end, that didn't help either. No one knows how this quiet man managed to stab himself twice in the chest in a fit of nighttime despair.
(From Russian, with deepl.com)
Elliot Smith on Pirate Radio Franceska:
https://franceska.su/component/k2/item/1953-kogda-odin#
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