track 58: hallelujah

May 29, 1997

I don't know how I first heard the news that Jeff Buckley had gone missing in Memphis. I vaguely remember watching MTV at one point and learning that he had gone into the river and disappeared. It was heartbreaking. It was a huge loss for the world of music.

I remember being home months later, sitting in the living room listening to Grace and waiting for UPS to deliver my copy of Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk, which was released despite being largely unfinished. Since then a lot of Jeff's live recordings, which are genius, have been released and that's how I tend to remember him the most, kidding around with Edith Piaf impressions and singing his beautiful songs.


next time: you know that i adore you