Buckleycore
https://www.reddit.com/r/JeffBuckley/comments/1jt5jtf/true_buckleycore_music_music_that_he
When Buckley was asked to write his own press bio, he even described himself as “the warped lovechild of Nina Simone and all four members of Led Zeppelin with the fertilized egg transplanted into the womb of [Edith] Piaf out of which he is borne and left on the street to be tortured by the Bad Brains.”
Nina Simone
Led Zeppelin
Edith Piaf
Bad Brains
On Tim Buckley
My father was dead. I almost just barely touched his life, I was so close. But I lost him.
I was stuck with his cult, his blurry memory, blurred into obscurity ever after by second-hand stories, conjecture, buried jealousies, guilt, secrets, accusations and so much pain…so, so much…an ocean of pain.
With a father like this man, it is no wonder that Tim Buckley was afraid to come back to me. So afraid to be my father. Because his only paradigm for fatherhood was a deranged lunatic with a steel plate in his head.
LORCA – BLUE AFTERNOON – STARSAILOR. HOLY TRINITY. PERIOD.
He was there. He was down. I swear to god that I am serious. I just can’t be a disciple to my own father. Fuck it. He just made some stuff that I didn’t dig so much. It’s human. I wanted to be his son, not his follower.
And I am overcome with the desire to grab him and kiss him and plead for him to please let me be in your band for a while so we can stop this white funk weirdness.
“Starsailor” wasn’t a failure, it was untouchable beauty and I think you must stop thinking of dying and start dancing with that luscious beauty you created.
My life with my ghost father in a nutshell. Six tequila later.
“Nusrat, he's my Elvis”
Your love and your bewitching Eyes have induced me to become A drunkard The whole universe is in a state Of drunkeness; the day, the night The dawn, the dusk, everything Is perpetually intoxicated
The eyes of my sweetheart are so Bewitchingly red that even the best wine of the tavern pales in Comparison
Since the day my eyes met her lovely Ones i am in perpetual state of slight Intoxication
O'lovely cup-bearer although your Repository contains all sorts of wines But i am only fond of the wine that Drips from your drowsy eyes
https://genius.com/Jeff-buckley-yeh-jo-halka-halka-saroor-hae-live-at-sin-e-lyrics
“My Sweetheart the Drunk” was the working title that Jeff Buckley was using while writing and recording the album. The title was mentioned in a poem that Jeff had written titled “Sexpot Despair.”
Andy Wallace remembers the title being discussed: “[Jeff] described the album to me as a guidebook for losers in love.” https://jeffbuckley.com/faq-2
https://www.tumblr.com/moodswingwhiskey/18664227307/sexpot-despair-a-poem-by-jeff-buckley
“Aag Daman Mein Lag Jai” was played as the processional music for the memorial at St. Ann’s Church in New York:
My life will be set on fire \ My heart will become a ball of fire \ Please do not touch my glass of wine \ If you do, your hand will catch fire \ Tears of my love fill my glass \ Do not touch my glass or your hand will burn.
Sketches was dedicated, in turn, to the memory of Nusrat: “You are the sound within the sound, the voice within the voice. Inshallah.”
- New Year's Prayer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4ohxpv5CQs
“People I would like to emulate? Joni Mitchell without the cigarettes. Lou Reed. Leonard Cohen, because still he delivers a song and it's completely untouchable. Bob Dylan. He still confounds and keeps people of out of his fucking world so he can work.”
Interview in Paris With Jeff Buckley https://youtu.be/Gip77qGXWT4?t=380
Jeff Buckley on Leonard Cohen: “He said he'd pull out but he lied” https://youtu.be/wyFGwqcDzm0
“Dylan and Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith, all dark, all romantic. When I say “romantic,” I mean a sensibility that sees everything, and has to express everything, and still doesn’t know what the fuck it is, it hurts that bad. It just madly tries to speak whatever it feels, and that can mean vast things. That sort of mentality can turn a sun-kissed orange into a flaming meteorite, and make it sound like that in a song.” https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/1018972-dylan-and-leonard-cohen-and-patti-smith-all-dark-all
Letter to Bob Dylan
“And the worst of it isn't that your boys were at the gig to hear it — it doesn't really bother me. It just kills me to know that whatever they told you is what you think I think of you. Not that I love you. Not that I've always listened to you, and carry the music with me everywhere I go. Not that I believe in you. And also that your show was great.”
Collab with Patti Smith
https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/jeff-buckley-collaborated-with-patti-smith
Wander I Go
Beneath the Southern Cross
Fireflies
“I’ll always be a slobbering idiot for people I love: The Grifters, Patti Smith, the new Ginsberg boxed set, MC5 totally pulled out that one. I listen to Sun Ra. I listen to Kiss, anything. Led Zeppelin, Bad Brains, Shudder to Think, Tom Waits, Lou Reed, De Niro.” Juice Magazine February 1996 https://jeffbuckleyforever.tumblr.com/post/177636975535