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Elliott in studio. Working on ”Because” and “Figure 8.”

RUN TO THE HIIIIIIIIIILS

RUN FOR YOOOOUR LIIIIIIIFE

I used to deal with death in an easier way when I was younger, but for a year or more I’ve been thinking a lot about death. I think about Elliott, the irreversible loss which Elliott is for this world. An image stuck in time, he’ll not grow older, he’ll never record anything again, he’s in that date forever.

Sometimes I think I can’t cope anymore, listening to him just make things worse, I feel like shit, I can’t do anything to change this and I can’t help the feeling.

I guess I’m stuck with him.

Elliott’s passing is a terrible loss for myself and many of my friends, who knew, worked and hung out with him. Needless to say, he was one of the best songwriters of our day and a formidable musician. He was also soft-spoken, intelligent and extremely humble. He had an acute sense of justice. At one of my shows last year he tried to intervene with security who were harassing a kid, and was in turn beaten and handcuffed by them. We knew he’d had his struggles over the years, but I was heartened by word that he was on an upswing and preparing a new album. We had recently talked a few times about getting together and making some music. Nobody could have known what was going to happen, but I am grateful for the times we got to tour and hang out together. He will be missed, and the ramifications of his absence will long be felt.