:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Wednesday, October 22, 2003 ::

So I've been doing google searches and coming up with the same story:

apparent suicide- stab wound- was working on his new album- age 34

It just sounds too shady, I can't believe he'd take himself out like that- esp. in such a painful way...

I woke up this morning hoping it was all a horrid dream, that he was still alive and it was some awful misunderstanding. I woke up to a world with him gone. The eerie thing is that I played last night and the last request was an Elliott tune. I played Ballad of Big Nothing- while playing it I was reveling in it's beauty and sadness... fucking it up because I was so lost in it's imagery and haunting harmony. 20 minutes later I got the news and have been in kind of a stupor ever since.

I met him once, he was extremely gracious- I told him he was my hero, and he said "oh, really?" I asked him about guitar tunings, and he was kind enough to indulge me. He signed my ticket (symbol for heart) Elliott. I was floating for weeks.

But now, he's gone.
This is gonna be tough

knowing I'll never see him sing or play a note again
knowing that I'll never be able to talk to him again
knowing that this fountain has forever run dry

too soon, elliott, too soon

:: Ol Man Factory 10/22/2003 01:19:00 PM [+] ::
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My worst fears have been confirmed.

it's 2:44 in the morning, my heart's broken

:: Ol Man Factory 10/22/2003 02:53:00 AM [+] ::
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