The first time I saw that tall, shiny Sony building peaking out above the trees of Central Park, I knew I wanted to work there. After all, inside that building was the headquarters of Columbia Records, the label of one Jeff Buckley.
I was entranced by his face as I pulled the stacks of Grace from their cardboard boxes. The typeface of the title burned onto the backs of my eyes as I filed the discs in front of the brand new “Buckley, Jeff” header card I’d just added to the “B” bin of the rock section. I waited anxiously until it was my turn to pick the next disc to play over the in-store sound system of Peaches Records and Tapes.
I never stood a chance. Especially not after I heard his cover of Nina Simone’s “Lilac Wine.”
Eventually I found my way to a tiny cubicle on the 24th floor of that Sony building and a job at the historic Columbia Records, but Jeff was already gone.
Today was Jeff Buckley’s birthday. I still miss his beautiful brooding self. I want this song played at my funeral…well at the open bar wild and crazy fiesta that I hope will serve as a funeral…and I can’t think of a better tribute to him on his birthday than posting it here.
Thanks for reminding me it was Jeff’s birthday, Mike.