but at least they have taste.

but I do think that it's mostly an incredible record.

But they have a set of balls.

with this shitty nic cage film on my tv. close the youtube window and there's the buckley version playing.

WOAH.

probably no soul either.

Yeah I used to work with this guy (Frank) and we'd discuss music on occasion. He told me flat out one day that the best gig he'd ever seen was Tim Buckley and I (being a huge Jeff fan) asked had he ever heard of Tim Buckley's son Jeff Buckley? Nope, hadn't heard of him so the next day I brought him my copy of "Grace". A couple days later he brought it back to me all pissed off at me for thinking he would like something as awful as Jeff Buckley. He thought Jeff was doing the worst imitation of Robert Plant he'd ever heard; including David Coverdale. He said Jeff was just a joke. That just creeped me out about old Frank; I started noticeing eldritch things about him like his dark lifeless eyes and dried up tight lips. I felt like I couldn't trust him. Fuck Frank.

I was fortunate enough to have seen Jeff twice. The first time was just a couple three months after Grace came out. I was living in Portland at the time and oddly enough "Grace" was not well recieved there- then. In the days leading up to the gig I couldn't find anybody else that was going and I prostletized zealously trying to get anybody I could to go. The night of the gig I was shocked to find that so few tickets had sold that the venue moved Jeff out of the main room into this tiny little living room affair that had couches scattered around and no stage; the band just set up in the corner of the room, on the floor. There was an opening act that probably a hundred people came to see but as soon as that was over most everybody left- the twenty or so people that stayed for Jeff stood there looking around in amazement looking knowingly at one and other cause we knew that we were some lucky motherfuckers. Then the band started wandering in packing their guitars and shortly after Jeff showed up with two guitar cases and all bundled up in a funky fur coat, scarf and cap. He walked over to the band, took his wraps off, strapped on the telecaster, stepped up to the mike and started playing "Mojo Pin". I swear to god, tears instantly started welling up in my eyes. I thanked god when I got home. The next time I saw him (about a year later) he played in a sold out theatre venue. The support act was Soul Coughing- another great night which I got to share with my wife- about a year later he was dead.

R.I.P.

<3

Man, that's cold. But yes, I love the album.

first "proper" albums. Overplayed it to death.

I'll never forget how it made me feel at the time though. I heard Dream Brother, was astounded by it, went to a record shop to buy Grace, and the sales assistant kept me for about 10 minutes raving about how good he was.

I was about 15, and I went home and fell in love with the album. Next morning I went walking in the snow with the album at full volume. So for about a year, I played it to death. So much so that I feel no need to ever listen again.

it would be high up in my all time top ten.

Last Goodbye is just perfect!

Signing in to my chalet as
J Buckley
J Buckley
J Buckley
Unlikely

I should have just got a job on the bins
The pay’s better and I’d know some hard blokes
And I wouldn’t have to pretend
That I know what “rhetorical” means#

but it's overplayed to fuck. And Hallelujah - not just his version - is starting to really grate as it's used in everything anytime anyone dies.

Almost everyhting on Sketches can make me blub though.