My (dis)organized thoughts on Jeff Buckley, It’s Never Over, Jeff Buckley, and the ways Buckley, both as an artist and a person, has impacted my life.
In the past 2-3 years of my life, there has not been a moment where Jeff Buckley was not present. Whether it was through his music, or through me studying his personhood, he has surrounded me at all times. Buckley was and remains one of the only constants, something I can fall back on and sink myself into. After viewing the documentary It’s Never Over, Jeff Buckley, (that of which I sobbed through the entirety of) I found that in a lot of ways, we are one in the same. It’s an ignorant sentiment, I did not know the man in full, I never will as unfortunate as that is, but what I did see I saw reflected in my own life. We share a passion and a pain as every artist does, captured through very high highs and extremely low lows.
“Living in the abstract is a cancer and a hell”
“I don’t know how to be a man”
Two quotes from the documentary that really stuck with me, made me feel like I could reach out and touch his hand and tell him how well I understood. He was a profound and tragic man, and there will never be another. He’s inspired me as a writer and as a human, more than anything else in my life. His lyricism is haunting, full of foreshadowing of his own demise, and yet a comfort for me nonetheless. It’s never over, as long as his musicality lingers.
I’d like to say more, I probably will come back and add to this once more of my thoughts are gathered, but I’ll leave it at this for now.
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