"I don't really care where I fit into anything, or if there's even anything to fit into. I like music, that's the thing. It's very uncomplicated."
There's a lot I could write here about this film, about Elliott himself. Who was actually VERY complicated even if his attachment to music was not.
I'm actually in the movie (that's where this site's profile photo comes from).
But then again, lots of his Portland friends from that time period (early to mid 90s) are in the movie and typically never talked about Elliott publicly after he passed: Pete Krebs (Hazel), Tony Lash (Heatmiser), Joanna Bolme (Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks), Sean Croghan (Crackerbash), the amazing Larry Crane who serves as the archivist for the Elliott Smith estate and built his studio Jackpot! with Elliott's help. Autumn DeWilde. Jon Brion. The list goes on. Most of us never really went on-the-record about him again. We trusted the makers and let this stand as thee best/final/most definitive word on Elliott.
I will just leave it at this: watch the film.
Nickolas Rossi and Kevin Moyer did such a terrific and respectful job of allowing Elliott's music to speak much more loudly than his well-publicized troubles ever did.
I miss Elliott all the time. I miss his music even more.
I wrote a bunch of things about him over the years but perhaps this one remains the most emotionally true way of remembering him, at least for me: https://magnetmagazine.com/2003/10/27/the-moon-is-a-lightbulb-breaking-in-memory-of-elliott-smith/