3.1415 alive no longer my amour

second coming and ascension day

“I stepped onstage and they backlit it and it was like the fucking Second Coming.”

https://www.tumblr.com/kingworm/754870973632823296?source=share

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

✨ /sic-itur-ad-astra/cd

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.”

https://sweetdreamsjeff.tumblr.com/post/738064077383974912/heres-his-letter-to-bob-dylan-dear-bob-i-dont

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

it's just easier to go any place I want to, it could be like a human radio station

“Phantom” solo tour

Jeff did a solo “phantom” tour of small cafes and pubs starting in December of 1996 under alias names such as A Puppet Show Named Julio, Crit Club, Father Demo, Topless America, Smackcrobiotic, The Halfspeeds, Crackrobats, and Martha and the Nicotines. When asked why he toured and did not let fans know, he replied in a letter that was posted to the official Jeff Buckley web site:

“There was a time in my life not too long ago when I could show up in a cafe and simply do what I do, make music, learn from performing my music, explore what it means to me, i.e. have fun while I imitate and/or entertain an audience who don’t know me or what I am about. In this situation I have that precious and irreplaceable luxury of failure, of risk, of surrender. I worked very hard to get this kind of thing together, this work forum. I have loved it and then I missed it when it disappeared. All I am doing is reclaiming it.”

“They are simply my way of survival and own method of self-assessment and recreation. If they don't happen....nothing else can.”

The Phantom Solo Tour: All dates are 1996: 12/6 – Westborough, MA at Old Vienna as “The Crackrobats” 12/7 – Boston, MA at Kendall Square as “Possessed by Elves” 12/9 – Buffalo, NY at Spot Coffee as “Father Demo” 12/10 – Cleveland, OH at Barking Spider as “Smackrobiotic” 12/12 – Manyunk, PA at La Tazza as “Crit-Club” 12/13 – Baltimore, MD at Ze Bean as “Topless America” 12/14 – Washington, DC at Misha’s as “Martha & The Nicotines” 12/15 – Washington, DC at Soho as “A Puppet Show Named Julio”

“I have read you, everyone. I love you, too. Especially the ones who channel dead spirits from space and also ones who want to murder me. All my hugs and kisses. In hell, baby.”

http://flowersintime.org/pictures.php?type=goodbye

Remember me but forget my fate

I hope that people who liked him resist the temptation to turn his life and death into some dumb romantic fantasy—he was so much better than that. Not everyone can get up and sing something they take a liking to and make it their own, sing true to their heart and be curious about all different strains of music. Corpus Christi Carol was a completely conceived interpretation. I'd never heard the piece before and when I heard the original I realised what Jeff had done was even more amazing. He'd taken it into his own world. That's something my favorite classical musicians can do, be themselves but use all that expertise to make the music more beautiful. Jeff did that naturally. Only a handful of people are capable of that. I was amazed when he did meltdown. I asked him what he wanted to sing and he said he'd like to do one of Mahler's Kindertotenlieder in the original German! Absolutely fucking fearless. He was convinced he could sing it without rehearsal, just because he liked it. In the end he did a Purcell song, Dido's Lament, which is in danger of sounding incredibly poignant in retrospect: 'Remember me but forget my fate'. But he also sang Boy With the Thorn In His Side because he liked it, and Grace to show something of himself. When he started singing Dido's Lament at the rehearsal, there were all these classical musicians who could not believe it. Here's a guy shuffling up on-stage and singing a piece of music normally thought to be the property of certain types of specifically developed voice, and he's just singing, not doing it like a party piece, but doing something with it. My last memory of him was at the little party in the green room afterwards. There were all these people sitting round Jeff who'd never met before – Fretwork, the viol group, a classical pianist and some jazz player —all talking and laughing about music. He'd charmed everybody. I'd much rather remember that than anything.

Elvis Costello from Mojo Magazine, August 1997.

“Morning Theft”: ballad partly inspired by his relationship with Cocteau Twins singer Elizabeth Fraser

Time takes care of the wound So I can believe You had so much to give You thought I couldn't see Gifts for boot heels to crush Promises deceived I had to send it away To bring us back again

Your eyes and body brighten Silent waters, deep Your precious daughter in the Other room, asleep

A kiss “Goodnight” from every Stranger that I meet I had to send it away To bring us back again

Morning theft Unpretender left Ungrateful

True self is what Brought you here, to me A place where we can Accept this love

Friendship battered down by Useless history Unexamined failure

But what am I still to you Some thief who stole from you? Or, some fool drama queen Whose chances were few?

That brings us to who we need A place where we can save A heart that beats as Both siphon and reservoir

You're a woman, I'm a calf You're a window, I'm a knife We come together Making chance in the starlight

Meet me tomorrow night Or any day you want I have no right to wonder Just how, or when

You know the meaning fits There's no relief in this I miss my beautiful friend

I have to send it away To bring her back again

Intrepretation

🌻 “All Flowers” Terminology /budd/sweet-willow 🌻 “All Flowers” Timeline /budd/all-flowers-in-time 🌻 “All Flowers” Diary: /budd/sea-in-love-with-moon 🌻 “All Flowers” Diary: /sin-e/morning-theft

求求你愛我：Broken down and hungry for your love With no way to feed it

輪不到你來憐憫我：I think of mankind in quotation marks Ever since I took a drink from you

不要信任我：Beware the bottled thoughts of angry young men

不用原諒我：I never want to see my face in the mirror again

LYRICS

“Oh, the welts of your scorn, my love, give me more Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more”

“i'm not afraid to die ...but she cries to the clicking of time”

“i love you, but i'm afraid to love you”

“All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her” “my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder / she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever” (=Her face is the very tear that hangs in my throat forever)

“she was heartache from the moment that you met her / my heart is frozen still as i try to find the will to forget her somehow”

“Welcome down to paradise rock. There is no single entrance There's no stars to revolve around There is no real underground. You're a slave to it all, now.”

“I could kiss you with lines of escape in my mouth”

“I am your failed husband contender I'm your loan shark of bliss”

“And in the half-light where we both stand This is the half-light, you see me as I am”

“Just like the ocean, always in love with the moon”

“I am a railroad track abandoned With the sunset forgetting I ever happened That I ever happened”

“Your rube is young and handsome So new to your bedroom floor You know damn well where you'll go” (=I'll be)

“You had so much to give You thought I couldn't see” (=I thought I could receive)

Morning Theft – You're a window, I'm a knife

“As each song unravels, it fills you with a desperation that sucks at the heart, and puts sparks in the eyes. It moves through the blood and makes the veins glow. It crackles across the skin and leaves scorch marks. Imagine if you could actually sing the sound of all hope leaving. Imagine if you knew the syllables of falling in love. If you had fingers that could coax a guitar to sound like the sun in your lover’s eyes, the smell of hot skin, the taste of their throat.”

Video: Jeff Buckley – Road Diaries by Merri Cyr https://vimeo.com/3755575

6 Music Artist Collection | Jeff Buckley Forever https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGk4K-xOaT4

Merri Cyr

39:54 – ...just gave me such a feeling of his vulnerability and I just felt like I just wanted to protect him so much, I mean that's the feeling he evoked from me . . . I don't know, thinking of about it is kind of making me tear up he just felt like he needed protection.

1:11:49 – I increasingly felt like, as I knew him, that his origin story overwhelmed his current life to certain degree that he was kind of living out a predestined existence...

1:12:47 – He was always insecure, he was always angry about that abandonment from his father. You know, Jeff lived in a state of perpetually feeling he was unloved ...and it was awful to see that. It didn't matter how much you loved him or whether you fell in love with him or tried to love him.

• He leaned forward, looking pained. “Are you going to die on me?” he asked, choking up. And then he asked me what he really wanted to know: “Are you going to leave me like everybody does?”

• What Jeff wanted and what he needed were two different things. On one level he had to control everybody; on another he didn’t respect you if you didn’t stand up to him and fight back when he bullied you.

• He kissed her goodbye, and I saw a look on her face I would come to recognize on the faces of people who had an intimate encounter with Jeff—a look both besotted and bereft as he walked out of their lives. I bundled him into his room. I was furious.

• When you’re intimate with somebody, you can only really know yourself through them. If there’s some kind of malice in the eyes through which you know yourself, if there’s something unresolved, that can be painful.”

• “Well, there’s something he’d like to tell you,” she said. “He didn’t mean to do it, but he didn’t fight it. And he also says he’s happy, everything’s fine, he’s in a good place, and he doesn’t blame you for anything, and he wants you to move on.”

• And, finally freed from the weight of my time with Jeff, I pondered why we had put ourselves through it all. A warm autumn rain started to fall on me, and I realized I already knew the answer. I heard Jeff saying it one last time: “It’s about the music, stupid.”

From Hallelujah to the Last Goodbye

• ‘I felt sometimes he really could be suicidal; there were times when I wasn’t sure he was going to be OK, and he said, “No, I’m going to survive this.” So I felt OK, he was going to make it. When he died, whether it was an accident or not, I was so angry that he’d checked out. Who knows what he was thinking that day; maybe he’d had enough of this planet. I think people are on this planet as long as they want to be. To me, it was like, “You chicken”.’

• He’d piss you off and you’d be like, “Fuck off, I’m not going to talk to you anymore, you dick”. That was how I felt about him at the time it came to shoot the Sin-E cover: “Ah, fuck that guy, he’s an arsehole”.’

• It’s not surprising that Buckley displayed the many sides of his temperament to Cyr early on; the relationship between a ‘star’ and a photographer can be both intimate and highly volatile.

• For several days, she’d come home to her apartment and find yet another message from Buckley on her answering machine: ‘Merri, Merri,’ he’d implore in a sing-songy voice, ‘you have to call me right away about this Sony thing on Monday.’ She was pissed off at Buckley at the time, but finally caved after he’d left something like 10 messages in a row, all with the same request: ‘Please come to Sin-E’

• “It was a conflict for me, as I didn’t want to be perceived as a groupie. I wanted to be seen as a photographer,” says Merri. “When he tried to be openly affectionate with me in front of the other guys, it made me feel awkward. I was there to take pictures. I didn’t want to be his girlfriend if it diminished my professionalism.”

• “He was only interested in making music. He turned down a lot of things. Every relationship he ever had, he undertook somehow with the music in mind. He’d make trouble so that he could write a song about it.

• His life was Oedipal, losing and regaining the kingdom; he was living out a mythological existence.”

• “As much as I wanted to kill him half the time, I did love him very much...He was my muse.”

• “In tarot there’s a symbol for a magician; he’s holding up a wand and electricity is coming from the sky down through his body, and it’s something akin to being a conduit as opposed to being in control of energy. Jeff was the conduit for this energy, and then it would come out into this audience. I don’t think that’s how he saw it, but that’s how I saw him, as a conduit to an energy greater than himself. He felt he was the creator of whatever it was that was coming through him, more conjurer than conduit. But I definitely felt some kind of divine energy coming down as well, because it was bigger than him.”

Rebecca: New York / city / mirror / lipstick / letter / blood / gun / silver eyes / bed / doorstep / couch / butterfly

“i dont want to lose you but i cant ask that you stay we all know that it means toture anyway” (I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby)

sometimes you say: im not really here – no ive never been here... were shadows in the fog. And even silence will disappear someday

and I know that you dont mean to come off so damn cruel

im trying to come clean but I feel so lost in this cloud of songs that you left me.

♫ Grace | Lover, You Should've Come Over | So Real | Forget Her | You & I | Gunshot Glitter

ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 “Silver Eyes” Home Wreckordings: /budd/silver-eyes

Liz: London / flower / gift / treasure = jewel / gold / star / light / woman = lady / steal = thieves / purity / shame / friend / fail

And though the meaning fits There's no relief in this (Morning Theft)

it's stupid all the words fit together where now is nothing why did you have to bring us together, under such dirty circumstance? (Let's Bomb the Moonlight)

Love, love is a verb Love is a doing word

Teardrop on the fire Fearless on my breath

Night, night of matter Black flowers blossom

Water is my eye Most faithful mirror

You're stumbling down

♫ Morning Theft | Vancouver | Jewel Box | Thousand Fold | Opened Once

🌻 “All Flowers” Terminology: /budd/sweet-willow

🌻 “All Flowers” Timeline: /budd/all-flowers-in-time

🌻 “All Flowers” Diary: /budd/sea-in-love-with-moon

🌻 “All Flowers” Diary: /morning-theft

Passion (Love & Sex): nightmare / fire / burn / wave / bliss / floor / rain / moon / smile / fly / dance

spring water on the floor of this sex starved room the nightmare's fires burn the waves of bliss (Mood Swing Whiskey)

♫ Nightmares By The Sea 🔥

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“He made you feel as if he understood you completely.” (Rebecca Moore)

“To meet Jeffrey was just like being given a set of paints...I had all this colour in my life again.” (Liz Fraser)

“Suddenly, I felt so happy. And that’s how it was with Jeff. Somehow he was that mirror, always reflecting back the love inside you.” (Brenda Kahn)

“When you get attention from someone like that, you feel like a queen.” (Joan Wasser)

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“I didn't want to be in his world if he didn't really want me there.” (Rebecca)

“I'm just not penetrating this Jeff Buckley boy at all...felt like a groupie or something sometimes. I mean can you imagine? Everybody wanted something from him” (Liz)

“A state of perpetually feeling he was unloved...and it was awful to see that. It didn't matter how much you loved him or whether you fell in love with him or tried to love him.” (Merri)

“Good luck figuring him out.” (Joan)

Rebecca Moore

‘I really loved Jeff,’ she wrote. ‘He was pretty much my first really deep connection and friendship, and it was a revelation when we met. It taught me that there was happiness and support out there. He was so unbelievably funny; he had such a supreme grasp of the comic and the tragic. It was a surreal and magical few years in my life.’

‘I did the best I could, the absolute best – and I know he did too – to weather the intense and truly emotionally brutal world of the major label recording industry,’ Rebecca Moore wrote to me. ‘I don’t think people can possibly understand, unless they go through it, how dark that world can be; how much and how quickly it takes over and causes everything to change if you don’t have an impossibly calloused armadillo skin. Part of it is cliché, but part of it is so much more dark than anyone can imagine. Both of us were way too incredibly naive, innocent, green and ultra-sensitive to withstand it or navigate it, despite our best efforts, because the industry thrives on manipulation and control; it is truly about exploiting the artist’s vulnerability.’

A Pure Drop: The Life of Jeff Buckley

Brenda Kahn

“Just after Jeff died, I had an amazing dream..I dreamt I was in his apartment. It was dark and as my eyes adjusted I began to see all the ordinary things of life, of Jeff’s life, in the room..shirts hung over the back of a chair, books everywhere, some opened, some written on, papers on the bed, pictures on the walls..I walked through this room and into another smaller room. On a little dresser against the wall, there was an old-style child’s music box, the kind with a ballerina that turns around in front of a little mirror. I opened the box, and there was no ballerina, but instead in the mirror there was the word LOVE written in seventies bubble letters. After a moment i realized the word was backwards, as if I were LOVE being reflected in the mirror. Suddenly, I felt so happy. And that’s how it was with Jeff. Somehow he was that mirror, always reflecting back the love inside you…”

A Wished-For Song: A Portrait of Jeff Buckley

Merri Cyr

From my perspective, it seemed he felt desperately unloved. He would push love away and at the same time say, ‘Give it to me. Go away, then come back.’ What Jeff wanted and what he needed were two different things. On one level he had to control everybody; on another he didn’t respect you if you didn’t stand up to him and fight back when he bullied you.

“I don’t know about him with other people, but my relationship with him felt familial, though there was also a sexual aspect to it. We had similar backgrounds, lower middle class; neither of us knew our fathers. We had similar father abandonment, crazy mother issues, weird family stuff. Sex can be just two kids hanging out, fooling around; it wasn’t the main thing. It was like it had no context.

“I wanted to do my photography. Jeff was being respectful to me and very helpful and supportive, and that was the best gift he gave me. He was so generous on one level and so broken on another. On the road, I definitely got pulled into his orbit. That was really tough for me.

From Hallelujah to the Last Goodbye

📍 Europe: https://maps.app.goo.gl/4ytZZkFGDi2vBbdy9 📍 UK: https://maps.app.goo.gl/zokCg5HCR7veM1co8

1994

Live at the Gleneagles Hotel (Glasgow, Scotland) March 9, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gaUZaFvYrk

Live on the Mark Radcliff Show (Manchester, England) August 22, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HhId1p0VfQ

Live at Lowlands Festival (Dronten, Netherlands) August 27, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN7R7_AwjeQ

Live at Reading Festival, UK | August 28, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSoNZwupAe4

Live at The Garage (London, England) September 1, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3pjOKmEig8

Live at The Loft (Berlin, Germany) September 11, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXJPfTHuGgE

Live at Nachtleban (Frankfurt, Germany) September 14, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9p5TF5jHh4

Live at The Milky Way (Amsterdam, Netherlands) September 20, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etdVO8PIytM

Live at the Pacific Club (Antwerp, Belgium) September 21, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3DPsmnglZI

Live at Passage du Nord Ouest (Paris, France) September 22, 1994 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVNNOHfZ9CY

1995

Live at the Astoria 2 (London, England) January 18, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdqeeWlLaFc

Live on Europe 1 Radio (Paris, France) January 19, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxovRmm-JZ4

Live at Bataclan (Paris, France) February 11, 1995 🎥 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6mJWmSik3g 💿 https://music.apple.com/album/live-from-the-bataclan-ep/1476888717

Live at Ubu (Rennes, France) February 13, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBrEXEdr2HA

Live at La Laiterie (Strasbourg, France) February 14, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VgJDlmxDvk

Live at Velvet Jungle (Paris, France) February 15, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN897piJh-k

Live at The Loft (Berlin, Germany) February 21, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pkgyr7vWA4

Live at Club Logo (Hamburg, Germany) February 22, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5cYEOrYxxs

Live aus dem Südbahnhof (Frankfurt, Germany) February 24, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHqfMvrmPE8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Pe9ueKO7MY (Eternal Life + I Know It's Over + Hallelujah)

Live at Nighttown (Rotterdam, Netherlands) February 25, 1995 🎥 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0B3qf-2G7Y 💿 https://music.apple.com/album/live-at-nighttown-ep-single/1476888602

Live at Le Botanique (Brussels, Belgium) February 26, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kvoxq0vwQ8

Live at Shepherd's Bush Empire (London, England) March 4, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tACZNmAgCQ

Live at City Varieties (Leeds, England) June 21, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJXaHfqTwTw

Live at Glastonbury Festival, UK | June 24, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X_eJamv5rA

Live at Exo 7 (Rouen, France) June 28, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSsIz0EdcNs

Live at the Roskilde Festival, Denmark | June 30, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SjcQ4VKYovA

Live at Meltdown Festival (London, UK) | July 1, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xwf3ox_9etQ

Live at Rock Torhout, Belgium | July 1, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeHp9ggFo2A

Live at L'Olympia (Paris, France) | July 6, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAlTaSqN6AI&

Live at Scala (Ludwigsburg, Germany) July 13, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuUdH3rdp9k

Live at Festa de l'Unità (Correggio, Italy) July 15, 1995 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XW2XCC2r6Uk

Source: – Jeff Buckley Live Performances/Bootlegs Chronology – TheRightEarOfNash: The Mix Tapes

See Also: Grace Around the World (2009, DVD)

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