Elliott Smith: The Man Behind the Man Paying The Man -by Iman Lababedi

 

I don’t know why my, you can’t call it a fight, anger at Epitaph’s arrogance, led me back to Elliott Smith but it did.
Elliott Smith died for sure, killed himself, act of passion, murder, indifference, whatever who knows death in the heart of Hollywood with millions of fans, peers, a world looking on, remains unsolved.
How can this happen???
Where are his friends????
Where are his fans????
For that matter, where am I, who has promised to conitinue writing about him till something happens and hasn’t this year?????
You can’t fight nothing.
You can’t fight against a world of indifference.
Smith remains dead and everything Aly, Mandy, and I have done remains ABSOLUTELY IRRELEVANT.
NOBODY CARES.
Why should they?
Because they love his music and he deserves to have his memory laid to rest?
 
Fuck J. Chiba. The breathing center of this horrible story. Fuck her for not really caring, for suing his family, for refusing to step up and tell the truth.
Fuck his family for guarding his scumbag stepfather -who should be jailed now.
Fuck his mother.
STAND THE FUCK UP!!
Oh, by the way, Epitaph an indie? Sure, till you look at their distribution.
I hate Epitaph’s indifference, they just have no guts. They don’t care. They are like Czar Nicholas. Makes me wanna fucking puke.
I WANT JUSTICE FOR ELLIOTT SMITH.

Aly, lets’s start from the beginning and do it all over again. I want a day of the death. And no cutting and pasting!!!
And I want that fuckface at Epitaph to act like a punk, get out of his hollywood mansion for one fucking minute, and tell me to go fuck myself. Punk? Gurewitz thinks punk is a copy of Rocket To Russia, a tattoo, and a needle.

 

 

MEH

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