The day he passed, Conor Oberst was staying with me in L.A. We were both pretty devastated. I remember walking with him to the Figure 8 mural from my apartment in Silverlake. A stray dog walked beside us and disappeared when we reached the wall. There was a man there, a full on L.A. gangster, and he was wailing. He was inconsolable.
Jenny Lewis on the day that Elliott Smith died. RIP.