How beautiful is this record?

Thank you Travis, for sending this to me...



Right now, I'm blasting the gem that is Grace by the late, great Jeff Buckley. I think I was embarrassed to admit how much "Last Goodbye" swept over me in the summer of '94 (certainly NOT my favorite time or year), and that's why I bought this from Travis. How amazing that an amazon purchase ends up being something of a penpal-thingie via email. He basically gave me a batch of cd's for $25. I think I have 5 or 6. Not bad.



Jeff drowned at the age of 29 or 30 I believe, back in 1997. His dad died a mysterious death, too. Both were great musicians, as this recording shows. What makes this record so eerie is the use of clock drawings all over the liner notes. Running out of time? The subject matter is all in past-tense, as well. Did he know? I wonder. The situation has a very "Bruce Lee" quality to it, in terms of father and son--both Bruce and his son Jason, died around the same age under mysterious (and very disturbing) circumstances. 28 is a very sweeping age--your sign returns to the place it was when you were born. Everything after is a bit of work, if you get by. Some don't. Kurt Cobain is a stunning example of this principle: he didn't make it. I decided to take on the shithole acting school at the age of 28, and I was much stronger for it, despite my long-standing and never-ending venom towards this place. I can't walk anywhere near 30th street without feeling my jaw clench.



Soon, I will be working on 33rd and 10th, but my memories of SkyRink will save me. It's a pristine thing: no one can really touch that part of the city for me. Let's see how corporate the place turns into. To be honest, I'm seeing things that are truly frightening and yuppie-fied, but we'll see.



Hmm--now onto Everything But the Girl. Good record, too. Travis, you rule.