Tunesmith to the miserable

By Joan Anderman, Globe Correspondent, 03/26/99

Elliott Smith is not a junkie. He's not desperately messed-up, at least
not any more than anyone else. He claims to have written a happy song,
and believes that his music seems a bit darker than most because for
one thing, he doesn't have a band, and for another, he wouldn't dream
of singing contrived lyrics that don't mean anything to him.

So explains the singer-songwriter on the phone from his hotel room in
Nashville, a recent stop on a national tour that will bring him to the
Roxy in Boston Monday. "For a while it seemed like everyone was asking
me why I was so depressed. But I can't do anything about what people
read into the songs. If people are constantly going to be putting
someone under a microscope, then that person is either going to quit
what they're doing, or get good at not being bothered by it."

Still, it's not hard to see why Smith has been cast in the role of
tunesmith to the downtrodden alt-crowd. His records are filled with
unflinching, emotionally raw portraits of drug addicts and alcoholics,
and spare, poetic sketches of self-loathing and decayed love.
Gorgeously tragic words are melded to melodies that are as
simultaneously lush and forthright, and as inevitable-sounding, as
those crafted by Smith's great inspiration, the Beatles. Smith sings in
a wispy, fragile voice; on his most recent album, "XO," he thickens the
sensitive-misfit-and-his-guitar aesthetic with piano and strings,
drums, and chamberlain. The album is a triumph of bittersweet pop
poetry, and wound up on countless Top Ten lists (including this
writer's) for 1998.

"At first I thought of it as storytelling. It's never seemed
confessional to me, but that's what people call me," says Smith, a
soft-spoken 29-year-old. "I don't need people to understand what it is
to be me. It's more like dreams ... pieces are me and pieces are other
people and pieces are some character I'm making up." However blurred
the line between experience and imagination may be, the product of
Smith's craft is extraordinarily precise. Listening to the songs is as
lonely and solitary an endeavor as the lives his characters lead. Even
the instrumental embellishments of "XO" - which might easily have
cluttered the bleak emotional landscape Smith painted with stark
arrangements on three previous albums - lend a powerful grace to
Smith's narratives.

"Some people who really like stripped-down music were like, 'Hey, why'd
you have to go and pile on all this crap. You should have just played
the songs,"' recalls Smith, who recently moved from Portland, Ore., to
Brooklyn. Previously on the Olympia, Wash.-based Kill Rock Stars label,
Smith was signed last year to DreamWorks, which released "XO." But he
insists that high-profile corporate backing and its reciprocal demands
had nothing to do with the fleshed-out sound of "XO," but rather
everything to do with growing as a musician. "It's sort of boring to do
the same thing over and over that you already know you can do. For me,
it was a new thing to try and use more instruments, even though it
makes it sound more normal in a way. A lot of times when people use
strings, for example, they turn out sappy and sentimental. That just
makes it more fun to try to use strings in a way that's better than
that. I like being in an area where things are discredited, and to try
to put life into it."

Even as a child, Smith found himself drawn to the cracks that rend a
polished surface, preferring a skewed musical angle over the smooth
flow of a song. With time, he's learned the power of merging the two.
"When I was a kid my favorite thing about songs was when they would
change from one part to another," says Smith, who began writing songs
when he was 13. "So I would make up all of these transitions and put
them together. They were really linear and phosphorous, and didn't
repeat enough to be songs. They had lots of chords. Too many. But I
learned a lot about transitions."

To wit, Smith's favorite Beatles song is the epically twisted "A Day In
The Life." His fondest memory - and this tells you a lot about Smith's
subject matter - is of when he started going out with his
ex-girlfriend. Smith's songs are so painfully wistful one has to wonder
if the songwriter sees them as a way of reaching out, or if the process
is rather one of retreat from a world that supplies such tragic fodder.
"That's something I've actually thought about quite a bit," muses
Smith. "I've come to no conclusion. It's something I've done for so
long it's just kind of built in."

What of the music fan who derives deep pleasure, such a good feeling,
after all, from such sad songs? "I think when people feel bad they
often lose touch with reality, and they think they're unique in a bad
way. So then they hear these songs, and it's like when you get upset
and you talk to your friends so that someone can go 'this happened to
me, too.'"

With a figurehead as eloquent as Smith speaking for the misfits and
loners, it's no surprise that a cult of loser-chic is emerging in his
wake. "At the risk of being pretentious, I think that that doesn't
really have anything to do with me or my songs, but how contrived the
music that's available is," Smith protests. "People don't usually sing
about anything that really matters to them. So if somebody comes out
with something that seems less stilted ... "

That contrast was brought into bold relief at last year's Academy
Awards, where Smith performed his Oscar-nominated song "Miss Misery"
from the "Good Will Hunting" soundtrack. Smith, stunningly out of place
with his greasy hair, white suit, and acoustic guitar, was sandwiched
between country-queen Trisha Yearwood and chest-thumping Celine Dion.
The effect was surreal, as if Smith had taken a wrong turn on his way
to a club gig and wandered in the stage door to the Dorothy Chandler
Pavilion. "That's exactly what it was. Surreal," Smith says with a
quiet laugh. "I enjoy performing almost as much as I enjoy making up
songs in the first place. But the Oscars was a very strange show, where
the set was only one song cut down to less than two minutes, and the
audience was a lot of people who didn't come to hear me play. I
wouldn't want to live in that world, but it was fun to walk around on
the moon for a day."

Smith's show at the Roxy will split the difference: He's touring with a
two-person band in support of "XO." He sounds, however, as if he's
already begun to walk away from the album. Like the malcontents in his
songs, Smith has already turned his gaze toward the change from one
part to another that he's always embraced. " It's kind of like once
something is done it always seems to be lacking something," Smith says.
"Even if it turns out well, it's not good anymore. But I guess I'm
about as pleased with it as I ever am."

This story ran on page C1 of the Boston Globe on 03/26/99. Copyright
1999 Globe Newspaper Company.

Bob

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