A Head Full of Flames: Elliott Smith’s Roman Candle by Melissa Brooks
“You don’t know Elliott Smith? Damn! Give me your iPod,” my high school crush demanded one afternoon in my parents’ basement. I handed it over and he plugged it into the sleek Apple laptop he carried with him everywhere. He soon transferred Elliott’s entire discography to my device. Much like Elliott, he was a musical prodigy, possessing an ability to pick up most any instrument and best other musicians who’d been playing for years. My musical naiveté would have appalled him if he didn’t enjoy educating me so much.