“I got this strange feelin’ deep down my heart/ I can’t tell what it is/ but it won’t let go/ it happens every time/ I give you more than what I have/ but now all I need is a little time to sing this song/ and I think we’re gonna find a way to lose this strange feelin’ ” and immediately we fall into its aching notes...
Tim Buckley is one of the most enigmatic and anomalous Californian singer-songwriters of the 60s; his work is characterized by a series of masterpieces of dreamy folk tied to jazz sounds exalted by an incredibly versatile voice.
Happy Sad contains six long tracks all (or almost all) played with vibraphone, congas, double bass, and guitar; the voice (warm, cold, melodic, emotional, heated) is the absolute protagonist and always remains at the forefront. The entire sound enjoys an extremely modern and restless sensitivity made of fullness and emptiness, narrated by the languor of his silky voice. In a poetic world made of soft colors and extremely profound content, his works are absolute jewels capable of crystalline compositions; especially the elegant Gypsy Woman which is eccentric, convulsive, impetuous, composed of sudden slowdowns, impossible reprises, and so much brilliance...
I find myself more and more often with this CD in hand, with this damnedly fascinating face, with the stare lost in the void, no trace of vitality in the eyes, total absence, suspended between reality and the unknown.
Hope is the last Goddess to die.
"Happy Sad is an experimental masterpiece where the sound in some cases approaches the sonorities of King Crimson."
"The folkman oscillates between joy and sadness, continuing to hope, despite knowing that sadness will prevail."