by Peter Moore

Number Twenty Three – Elliott Smith: Angeles

I’ve this enduring nightmare that one day in the near future, some X Factor winner or other will be handed one of Elliott Smith’s songs on a platter by an olive skinned producer with ivory white teeth, who’ll encourage them to butcher it, all in the name of capitalism.

It’s a disturbing image, and a punishment that wouldn’t at all be due to the shy singer-songwriter, whose work is generally considered to be amongst the finest ever to emerge from his corner of the United States.

So, let’s all hope together that Simon Cowell never catches a glimpse of this Vibe Box, or this song: Angeles .