I am not a big Elliott Smith fan. I like him fine, love his voice, love his sound, love his lyric, but I don’t like his melodies particularly -albeit with exceptions.
At the beginning of the year i wrote a post about the controversy surrounding the re-mastering of Smith’s early albums. Producer Larry Crane commented and among other things told me to check my facts before i claim Smith killed himself.
I asked him to go on record requesting the reopening of the case and he asked I not quote him or mention him and I agreed till he spoke with NME and Q.
I started researching the story and eventually Alyson Camus in Los Angeles joined the staff and pursued the story. A little later M. Kriss started contacting third parties for us to see if we can force the LAPD to pursue the case or close it so we can see their files.
Stories, like children, belong to those who care for them.
As people who read us regularly have probably figured out by now, I have no problem changing my mind about music. I have no problem saying I got something wrong. Why? Because the truth is more important than my ego. The truth about Elliott Smith’s death is of stand alone importance. It is importance as such. Simply for being true.
Me, Helen, Alyson, M. Kriss, hundreds of people on our face book, and many, many other fans, want to know what happened to Elliott Smith.
That’s why we won’t leave the story alone. It belongs to us till somebody with more resources takes it over.