A little less than a month ago, I posted an Elliott Smith song on a Random Weekend and pointed out that, with 11 Random Weekend posts, Smith was far outpacing the number pure chance would suggest. Now I’m back with the 12th.
Random chance, of course, predicts that clusters like this will appear. Smith is the beneficiary of a phenomenon that was bound to happen to somebody. I’m glad it was him.
I love posting Elliott Smith songs because he never wrote a bad one. He was such a solid songwriter, and such a great musician, that everything he recorded is rewarding on multiple levels.
On top of that, more than any other artist, the YouTube comments for Smith’s songs are invariably touching and comforting. No shit-talking trolls, no “[Insert TV show] brought me here” repeated 15 times. Just true fans who were touched by the man and his music and continue to find solace in his work.
You walk down Alameda
Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone
Like some precious only son
Face down, bow to the champion
[Verse 2]
You walk down Alameda
Looking at the cracks in the sidewalk
Thinking about your friends
How you maintain all them in a constant state of suspense
[Chorus]
For your own protection over their affection
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own ’cause you can’t finish what you start
[Verse 3]
Walk down Alameda
Brushing off the nightmares you wish could plague me when I’m awake
So now you see your first mistake was thinking that you could relate
For one or two minutes she liked you
But the fix is in
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Chorus]
You’re all pretension, I never pay attention
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
If you’re alone, it must be you that wants to be apart
Meet Me In Montauk 
I guess I don’t spend enough time on YouTube, as I am unfamiliar with the “[Insert TV show] brought me here” comment phenomena.
Much like Aimee Mann, there’s a melancholy sameness bordering on monotony about Smith’s songs. They are all lovely, but rather indistinguishable. This may be your 11th random post, but you could have posted the same song 11 times and I wouldn’t have known the difference. The Big Bang Theory brought me here. 😁