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Jeff Buckley is dead..
Jeff Buckley had the voice of an angel, his father probably the voice of God..
Who can say if God first and Jesus later have descended again on earth in the form of singer-songwriters with amazing talents to convey their message to man and redeem him, this time through music?
No, God would never have used heroin (I wouldn't bet on it in those years, though) and Jesus would have known how to walk on water instead of sinking into the grim abyss of a river..
Yet we are speculating about Jesus and Jeff Buckley in the same manner (except that speculation on the myth of Christ has lasted for more than two thousand years: Jesus raised that, Jesus multiplied this, Jesus restored sight, Jesus walks on water, Jesus is the son of God.. Who can be equal to him, maybe Chuck Norris, but Jesus definitely would have beaten him in a karate match).
Jeff Buckley sang, unfortunately, very few pieces that came out of his mind, enclosed in only two albums, one of disarming beauty "Grace", and the other, posthumous to his death "Sketches For My Sweetheart the Drunk", to which Chris Cornell also contributed.
With so little material available, it is reasonable to expect that the myth of this man cannot be preserved for long, except by endlessly reprinting the works mentioned earlier.
But no..
The record label gets extremely lucky, because good old Jeff Buckley has live material equal to the entire career of Led Zeppelin, and so they go on printing collections of performances held here and there..
And the money rolls in.. By the shovel..
To complete Buckley's live discography, the only thing missing is the recording of his farts while he's taking a dump and of his snoring while he sleeps, but I believe someone is already thinking about that.
Then, when perhaps there's nothing left to publish, comes this collection, which I wouldn't know how to define:
- Commercial operation? Perhaps yes..
- Definitive testament? Could be, since here is enclosed the best of Jeff's career: "Mojo Pin", "Grace", "Lover, You Should've Come Over", "Last Goodbye", "Eternal Life", "Dream Brother", "So Real", "Hallelujah", "Forget her", "The Sky Is A Landfill", "Everybody Here Wants You", "Vancouver", "I Know It's Over", "Je n'en connais pas la fin".
- Colossal nonsense? No, in the end, it's Buckley's music..
- Worst artwork operation ever seen? Well, even if Jeff's face appears on the cover (it wasn't a bad view, right?), the horrible cardboard packaging and the lack of additional material might suggest otherwise.
Well, everything and more has already been said about these pieces..
If you want to fly, cry, be moved, dream, remain incredulous, make love to the notes of "Everybody Here Wants You", smash everything with "Eternal Life", wrap yourself in reverent silence with "Hallelujah", or simply know the myth of Jeff Buckley, buy this collection, after all it costs 9 euros, it's not much.
If you already have the albums, don't bother, there's nothing new, unless, like myself, you've been enchanted by the comet of this small, yet great character, wanting to have everything related to him: lyrics, books, albums, collections, farts, and various noises.
I don't feel like giving you a 1, dear Jeff, I never would, in fact this record for me is always above average.
I give a 1 to those who published it and those who don't use the proceeds of all posthumous releases for noble causes, but instead to speculate and profit from the memory of one of the most sensitive and humble people who ever made music.
Jeff R.I.P.
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