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    god only knows - the beach boys

    I have the Wonder Years to blame almost entirely for my initial obsession with “God Only Knows”. As Kevin Arnold risked life and limb to get up on Winnie Cooper’s roof late one summer night, just to look in her window and check to make sure she was safe, Brian Wilson’s impossibly gorgeous song began to play on the soundtrack. And as much as I remembered loving that particular episode, I knew even then that I loved that song a thousand times more. And as that was nearly 20 years ago now, you can imagine how much my love for the song has grown.

    In those days, back when you actually had to exert a whole lot of time and effort to track down music you overheard on TV (or anywhere else) - that is to say, pre-Spotify, pre-YouTube, pre-mp3, pre-Google - I began the long trek toward finding out just what it was I’d heard that fateful night. Armed only with a VHS-taped copy of the show (which I rewound and watched endlessly) and some vague idea that it sounded like the same type of harmonies I’d heard on songs like “I Get Around” and “Wouldn’t It Be Nice?”, I began a quest, followed some clues, and eventually figured out how to get a copy of the song on audio tape. Which I promptly wore out soon after.

    All these years later, though, it’s still perhaps the single best love song I’ve ever heard. Somewhere among the melody and the harmonies, the lyrics and the chord changes, somewhere intangible in the middle of all of that, love is found. It’s not messy or complicated - though maybe it is or was, and love itself certainly can be at times - but instead here it’s all rather simple: without you, I’m nothing. Without you, why me?

     
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    This is the best thing you’ll see today because this is singer/songwriter Mary Lou Lord and her 14 year old daughter, Annabelle, singing two Elliott Smith songs and a Big Star song that Elliott always covered (“Thirteen”) last Saturday at the Bowery Ballroom as part of the Elliott tribute concerts that his sister, Ashley, organized this year to mark the ten year anniversary of his passing. 

    Mary Lou hasn’t performed in awhile, by her own admission, and was feeling phobic, so her daughter (“the biggest Elliott Smith fan”) got to sing lead on the first song, St. Ides Heaven. Mary Lou/Mom joins in on harmonies a little way through. The pair then tackle “I Figured You Out”, the song that Elliott wrote, threw away because “it sounds too much like the fucking Eagles”, and was eventually talked into giving to Mary Lou to record on her own record.  

    It’s heartbreaking to watch people play Elliott’s songs and realize he’s been gone for TEN YEARS, but it’s heartwarming to read about how wonderful the concerts felt, to see so many people gathered together to remember him and keep his music life, and to have all the money raised go to charities or causes that meant something to Elliott.

    I’ve been trying to gather up enough internal fortitude to write a gigantic essay on Elliott in honor of the upcoming 10th anniversary (again: HOW IS IT BEEN TEN YEARS ALREADY?), but I’m not entirely sure I can wade in those waters all over again. The sadness of late October 2003 will likely never, ever go away for me. 

     

    Elliott Smith