This article is a summary on the lives and deaths of two musicians, Tim Buckley and Jeff Buckley, who were father and son. By their mid to late 20s they both were at the top of their musical careers. By the time they were thirty, they both had tragically died. It's a tale like no other in the music world.
But to add more passion to this already passionate tale, I want to start with telling you how I learned about Jeff Buckley, the son.
It was the summer of 1997 and I had just begun getting to know/date my now husband (who is the author on the rest of this article, by the way!). He was quite the bachelor and absolutely an encyclopedia of music. He knew every type of music, every musician - and was passionate about the sound and feel...it was NOT background "noise," it was an event to be breathed in, savoring every last note.
One sunny afternoon, I went over to his house. He led me into his living room where, and I kid you not, there was a rickety metal tv stand in the center of one wall (no tv...yeah!), a beautiful white CD player and other essential equipment I still don't know to this day. On either side of the cd player were floor to ceiling, vintage Magnapan speakers...so that was one wall.
Opposite that wall and the ONLY other piece of furnishing in that living room was an old recliner, centered perfectly between the two speakers across the room (later learned this is the ultimate listening layout).
I had never heard of Jeff Buckley - and he didn't tell me who it was. He just said to "sit down" and then he played "Hallelujah" really loud. I am passionate about music, too...and I felt my eyes get wet, the hair on my arms stood up on end and when it was all over, I couldn't shake the feeling.
When I asked who it was, my husband told me it was Jeff Buckley, while handing me the CD of his album, "Grace." On the cover, a hauntingly attractive young man, who I could not believe this voice came from. But before I could get more information out or questions answered, Jim said to me:
"Jeff died in a drowning accident a few months ago."
I wanted to sob so much, not knowing why - but just flooded with emotion. I also knew that Jim was absolutely my soul mate from that day forward. We actually met through music and have been performing together since 1997, too.
In little time, Jim caught me up to date with not only Jeff Buckley's story, but his father's sad tale as well.
I fell in love with so many of Jeff's songs, I still love to play his music in our rv with the lights dim and candles burning - for perfect atmosphere to match that voice which, in my opinion, was just too perfect for this world.