Sin-e wow! That's the place. You have to see my friend Amy Berg's documentary when it comes out. It's called It's Never Over, Jeff Buckley. all about that time (and with blessing from his mom who gave it to no one else). Loved this, Rob. You captured that time.
I am in awe of this piece. You so perfectly captured everything and took us there. Jeff Buckley is (was) astounding, and I feel lucky to see him as he was through your eyes. But this storytelling is astounding as well. Thank you for sharing it and telling it so well.
This really hit me bc I hung out at Sin-E a lot just a few years later. We must have crossed paths at some point. Or you could have crossed paths with my friends who played there. I remember seeing Ginsburg there, and Jared Leto, when he was on "My So-Called Life". I also remember a Paula Cole show getting produced there, right before she made it big.
RBW, this is wonderful. I mean, you were THERE, and really take US there as well.
The word I've used when relating the experience of hearing JB for the first time (and many times after) is "startling." His voice (and as you astutely point out, guitar-playing) was so disorientating in its beauty and power and quality that it stopped anything else from penetrating when you were listening.
What a massive, massive loss; he could have done anything. He could have done everything.
Sin-e wow! That's the place. You have to see my friend Amy Berg's documentary when it comes out. It's called It's Never Over, Jeff Buckley. all about that time (and with blessing from his mom who gave it to no one else). Loved this, Rob. You captured that time.
Thank you so much. More to come.
I saw Tim Buckly perform in the mid-60s. He was totally amazing. He had one album out at the time, and I bought it.
Lucky you!
Great story, glad you got your capo back!
Thank you!
Oh, my heart. Not for Jeff Buckley but for that time, place, room. and Shane. Thank you. You evoked all of it so beautifully.
The ending to this is particularly brilliant.
Thank you, my dear. We were lucky. So lucky.
Ain’t that the truth.
Beautifully written, thank you for sharing.
You’re welcome, and thank you so much. Raising a glass in appreciation. Cheers.
Another polished gem from the vault. Thanks, Robert!
Thank you brotherman!
Ah, the East Village and Saint Marks Place. Thanks for taking me back.
My pleasure.
Thank you!
You’re very welcome. And thank YOU.
Great one RBW!
Thank you, Stacy!
I am in awe of this piece. You so perfectly captured everything and took us there. Jeff Buckley is (was) astounding, and I feel lucky to see him as he was through your eyes. But this storytelling is astounding as well. Thank you for sharing it and telling it so well.
Thank you so much, Jennifer. You really made my day.
This really hit me bc I hung out at Sin-E a lot just a few years later. We must have crossed paths at some point. Or you could have crossed paths with my friends who played there. I remember seeing Ginsburg there, and Jared Leto, when he was on "My So-Called Life". I also remember a Paula Cole show getting produced there, right before she made it big.
Thank you so much, Erika. It was an amazing time. A fantastic place. I am so so glad the internet did not exist then.
High Pockets!!!
DUCK BUTTAH!
new band name???
Such a great snapshot of you, Jeff, and that place and time. His voice was, indeed, so hauntingly intimate.
Thank you so much. The older I get, the luckier I feel.
RBW, this is wonderful. I mean, you were THERE, and really take US there as well.
The word I've used when relating the experience of hearing JB for the first time (and many times after) is "startling." His voice (and as you astutely point out, guitar-playing) was so disorientating in its beauty and power and quality that it stopped anything else from penetrating when you were listening.
What a massive, massive loss; he could have done anything. He could have done everything.
Thanks so much, Glenn. Indeed, the mind reels at what he could have done. Re-listening to his work while writing this, I was astonished anew.