Elliott saved my life.
I don't like posting on this site much for some reason. I check for music updates and that's really it. This though. This I guess I had to say something on.
There are no words, not truly for what it meant, finding meaning in his voice and comfort in his guitar. There's no words for the pain of never seeing him on stage. There's only his music, it's all that can speak for what we have no ability and no justice to say.
I went to the 400 Bar in Minneapolis a couple years ago for Conor Oberst debut of new material that would become his post Bright Eyes work. I saw Elliott's name on an old Marquee in the back of the bar and my heart sunk, but not sadly, just, felt, heavier... he played that stage, he was there once, and that emotion lapped over my heart in waves. When Conor came back for an encore, I gave him my Elliott button, I don't know why, that night just felt like it need to be capped with that. It was a beautiful cold night.
I watched the Buddy Holly story a few hours ago and teared a little. Two completely different stories, but both rang with the same note, potential lost too early.
They are frozen timeless, in tragedy, in beauty. We have to treasure that, every day.
I love you Elliott, I love you so much. Thank you, for everything.