We never deserved Elliott Smith. The Portland-via-Nebraska musician redefined what it meant to be a singer-songwriter, what it meant to write folk songs, what a human was capable of doing with an acoustic guitar in hand — all before the nation at large could even begin to understand the intricacies of his music. As recent tales surface, from oral histories to documentaries, that artistry becomes illuminated once more and, in turn, passed on to a new generation. How could it not be shared? Smith wrote music that tore through bizarre chords and piano interludes troubled with worries, rattled with self-consciousness, and, despite all of that, full of love — for the world and those he met in it.