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.
Crazy beautiful voice on that kid.
Not that I’d want there to be a movie of his life, but if there ever were….James Franco. Right?
There was talk of a movie once…no talk of Franco at the time. If ever there was though, he’s got that brooding, beautiful thing DOWN.
I love you, stop stoning me for not knowing who Jeff Buckley is and I don’t think I can listen to this if I have to think of your funeral!
Maybe that came off more melancholy than I meant. Doh. I just meant it’s a beautiful sentiment and actual pretty upbeat if you cross your eyes. I bet Betty White likes it.
Awww, happy birthday Jeff.
I’m with Steam Me Up- James Franco for sure. Great casting call.
Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley. Love you.
OOooh – wild open bar and fiesta? I can’t wait. Well, I mean, I can, ’cause it would mean you’re dead. So that’d be sad. Hm, maybe you need to have your funeral before you die, so we can all look forward to it without a guilty conscience.
I think I had that party last night by accident. PS my head hurts.
Now I am just wondering if I could get James Franco to cuddle with me and keep me warm while music plays in the background. *mmmmmmmmmmm* (maybe that is me sounding content, maybe it is the sound of a vibrator) One never knows, does one.
A little from column a, a little from column b, baby.
One time I had to go into that Sony building to deliver something for my internship. You guys have crazy security over there…
And for sure, Buckley was a-ma-zing.
I hear it’s even more intense these days!
My local radio station played Hallelujah this morning for his birthday. Thing is that song almost always makes me cry. Which was NOT how I needed to start the day today.
Today is a sad anniversary for me. You are not allowed to talk about dying.
Sorry, buttercup. I meant for this to be more of a tribute to his life and the beauty that even the shortest lifetimes can create. Shit, I’m not making this any better, am I…
howsabout an open bar wild and crazy fiesta for your soon to be clean scan. yes THAT is what we’re doing.
rip jeff buckley.
Mmmmmmmmmm. That’s all I can say.
Jeff Buckley!!! Aww. And James Franco is SPOT on. I’d hump every inch of him.
I can think of a certain square inch I’d probably avoid humping.
My husband is a huge Jeff Buckley fan. He was an inspiring talent with the voice of an angel. For some reason, Jeff Buckley and a glass of wine on a Sunday night? A little bit of heaven.
Or alone in a car on small mountain roads on a warm summer night…
To cheer you up on a sad day:
You. Complete. Me.
i love Jeff Buckley. in fact, i’ve been learning “Hallelujah” on my uke. and i am super jealous of your awesome job at Columbia Records.
It was a horrible, HORRIBLE job. And fantastic. All at once.
My mom likes to sing Hallelujah while accompanied on the uke. Sounds like we need a singalong!
A singalong is a must! it’s really the only song I can play…that doesn’t sound like someones being killed by a uke.
A kindred spirit! I love Jeff Buckley!!
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