This one is Spencer’s fault, too. I was roused from bed by my phone buzzing and saw a text from him with the following link to LAist:
I read the article through blurry eyes and forced myself back to sleep. When I woke up, “Angeles” was stuck in my head.
Elliott Smith was a true genius. The ickiness and disrespect here turns my stomach and I don’t have much to say beyond that. As a music fan, a restaurant owner, and a human being:
“All your secret wishes could right now be coming true.”