Finally, everybody succumbs to the need to seize an acoustic guitar and illustrate that they, like, actually like Elliott Smith. No, no, they know everybody does, however they actually do. Typically this happens someday throughout late fall of freshman yr, hair pulled beneath an unassuming beanie within the quad, the tune whispered into the wee hours when one can hopefully be seen by individuals trudging residence from the library or the bar—however for others, this sacred ritual happens after promoting many hundreds of thousands of albums over the course of a long time, their earnest efficiency delivered into some form of night-vision digicam after which broadcast out on Twitter for the entire world to see. The world is then required to comment, “Wow—that particular person actually likes Elliott Smith.”
Madonna has carried out the tune earlier than as a part of some form of not-entirely-successful protest piece in opposition to the prison-industrial complicated, however that is the more true setting for acoustic Elliott Smith covers. Following this, she’s going to presumably begin carrying an ostentatious scarf and carrying round a suspiciously weathered copy of Ham On Rye, after which refusing to come back residence for Christmas break.
[by way of Stereogum]