It is a cloudy, damp Saturday, and I’m listening to the album Grace (one of my favorite albums); I’m a huge fan of Jeff Buckley. For those of you who have yet to discover him, I’m a bit envious… the first time I listened to him, he rocked my world side wise/ up down; No beating heart could erase the trace of such a man.
A great artist; A man whose haunting voice could make anyone weep, laugh and dance in both sorrow and joy. I’m not raising him up on a pedestal, that would be pure laziness, but I’m glad for his time on earth no matter how short; his transcendental music, mystical&powerful voice, and his magnetic, touching persona live on and will continue to rock my boat…

Did you listen to the clip above? How amazing is he? his rendition of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” song gives me chills…

On another note, one of my favorite films is Orlando for a thousand of reasons I can’t quite articulate. It is I guess something you have to see for yourself and doesn’t need words to define it (words can be too awkward and restrictive) but there is a phrase in the movie that resonated in me, the moment when Queen Elizabeth I tells Orlando the one condition under which she grants him the royal estate; the condition being : “Do not fade. Do not wither. Do not grow old. “

It is a universal plague this need to make ones life relevant. The desire to claim one’s passage on earth, this unbearably short moment, and mark it as one’s own and no one’s else. In the “last thoughts on Woody Guthrie” by Bob Dylan, there is this bit I liked, it knocks my socks off each time I read it. I hope you dig it as well, here it goes:

“On this road I’m walkin’, on this trail I’m turnin’
On this curve I’m hanging
On this pathway I’m strolling, in the space I’m taking
In this air I’m inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I’m playing, on this banjo I’m frailin’
On this mandolin I’m strummin’, in the song I’m singin’
In the tune I’m hummin’, in the words I’m writin’
In the words that I’m thinkin’
In this ocean of hours I’m all the time drinkin’
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they’re around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
“Cause sometimes you hear’em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it’s something special you’re needin’
And you know that there’s no drug that’ll do for the healin’
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin’ train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That’s been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don’t bar no race
That won’t laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin’ long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it’s you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you’re sitting”

Here ends my time with you today, take care

peace out,

by freakynewchild