Jeff Buckley & Aimee Mann
One of my favorite and very first posts (anyone with me that long?) was the first time I wrote about Jeff Buckley, told the story of "our relationship" if you will, and posted up songs inspired by his life, his art, and his untimely death.
(pretty sure that chill-inducing photo above is Jeff in front of the Wolf River, taken by Merri Cyr).
This is a song I wrote when Jeff Buckley died...I hadn't known Jeff extremely well, but we kept bumping into each other here and there.
One night we met for a drink at a pub in NYC, and started writing messages to each other on a paper placemat that was there, instead of talking, because the music in the bar was really loud or something. An interesting effect of that was that we found ourselves writing things that we would never would dare to say to each other out loud. I remember thinking that he seemed to be sort of lost and sad although he outwardly was very funny and lively and confident, and wrote something about that, among another things.
I didn't talk to him for a long time after that -- I went to England to live for a while and we talked once or twice and then nothing for over a year.
[via reader mickeyitaliano]
This song is just a wisp, under 2 minutes, heartfelt and regretful.
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