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Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Jeff Buckley: An Angel Passes

Le Progrès de Lyon, February 10, 1995
By Y.R
Translated by me

  "I'm tired of these old hippies coming to meet me hoping to find my father. I'm bound to disappoint them," says Jeff Buckley, who is not just another daddy's boy. His father, Tim Buckley, an American singer from the early 70s, left home before his son was even born. He had gained notoriety with his sad poems played with a mix of rock, folk and jazz. Then he died of a drug overdose in 1975. Jeff Buckley only met him once, shortly before he died.
  Today, even if their voices are similar, the son's notoriety owes nothing to that of his father. In a hardly different register, he composes and sings very well on his own.
  The title of his album Grace sums it all up in one word. Jeff Buckley is touched by grace, he has the physique of a young first romantic, and above all an angel's voice, ample and delicate, crystalline, in fact rather rare in a man.
  Fleeing the immense familial California where his past suffocated him, Jeff Buckley settled in the narrow streets of New York's Lower East Side, a neighborhood of outsiders where he is rebuilding his roots. In Lyon, the "B'52" and its 800 seats is already too small to welcome this rising star: the concert has been sold out for a long time. Fortunately, it is almost a given that Jeff Buckley will be one of next summer's stars at Fourvière.

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