Remembering Jeff Buckley, eleven years on.
Jeffrey Scott Buckley
17 November 1966 - 29 May 1997
Picture courtesy of verucasalt82.
It's now been eleven years since Jeff Buckley tragically drowned in a tributary of the Mississippi River in Memphis, Tennessee. Continuing a tradition that I've been observing for the past four years, I've lit a candle, poured a few glasses of red and have been listening to every one of his songs that I possess.
It's always an emotional and somewhat spiritual night for me. I know it might sound a little bit silly to some, but the man and his music have had a huge impact on my life. I've been listening to Jeff for at least eight years now and by this stage I can quite confidently say that I'm never going to grow tired of his voice. It never fails to amaze, astound and move me.
There's only so much you can say about the man. He was incredibly talented and it was the biggest of tragedies that he died so young. But enough chatter. These nights are about appreciating him and his music, so that's what I'm going to do.
Here's to you, Jeff. *clink*