One morning during the tour I wake up in St Louis

“One morning during the tour I wake up in St Louis to the sound of my hotel room phone ringing. I get the news that our friend Elliott Smith has died back in Echo Park. The first time I met Elliott, back in 1996, I walked out of the room and pulled one of our mutual friends aside and said, “I’m worried about this guy.” He was a super sweet and quiet guy who didn’t appear to have any armor to protect himself, and he was on the rise in the music business- not a good place for the armorless, it turns out. I felt really strong and safe in comparison, and that’s saying something. Continue reading