Email: 1996

>From David_Peris@Sonymusic.Com Sat Nov  2 14:19:47 1996

Date: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 19:59:28 -0400

From: David_Peris@Sonymusic.Com

To: jb-list@pantheon.yale.edu

Subject: october 25, 1996

  Hi it`s Buckley. I know that it`s been a trillion years since you`ve heard anything from me, but well, that`s just me, I don`t really get excited about calling people or making any kind of social contact through computers or phones. I`m just a lazy bastard, I guess. But still, hi all! Hope you`re well. I`m doing pretty nicely. When December comes, I`ll be wandering around in an ugly rented car and dropping by some undesignated venues, maybe in your town if you`re in the northeast. I`m still not sure about where I`ll go. But, they will be solo shows. And I will have to use some other name. The new record will be out supposedly in late spring `97. It`s called  My Sweetheart the Drunk. But you don`t have to call it anything. Watch it get destroyed. Every song will have a quiet part and then a loud part at the shout chorus and the lyrics will totally open up new pathways in the human mind, allowing both sexes to fling themselves into the path of modern boredom and sloth like an oncoming train it`s not just a woman`s job anymore. Both must explode as one. There will be no pain or shock at the time of impact. There will only be Coca Cola and Disney. And hooks, lots and lots of hooks for the kids at summer break. For the employees of the year who suddenly crack under pressure and ascend to the clock towers with their candy bars and automatic rifles, or anyone who has finally come to the answers of life. And lots of songs about chicks, I almost forgot…life. Chicks. Hooks. Life. Chicks. Hooks. Life. Click click. Bang. Click click. Chicks. Click click. Hooks. Bang. Bang. Hooks. Chicks. Hooks. Click click. Candy bar. Bang! Bang! Bang! Snipers are the sex symbols of the future. Every newspaper will send one to the after-show parties. So hot. So sexy. They`ll bang us all. I have to be in the meat district in ten minutes so I`ll sign off now. I love you. Take care.

Jeff

Email: 1995

Date: Fri, 31 Mar 1995 14:56:49 -0800

Subject: *** JEFF’s 2nd POST ***

Jeff Buckley here.

I was just looking through the Mojo Bin…OH MY GOD! AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!!!! So much of the shows I found, I clearly remember as being terribly lame.Very, very sucky. Unfortunately, in this age of Internet, one can’t avoid having one’s dreck smeared all over the computer waves by curious Net-surfers. I guess I’ll just have to learn to deal with it. However, this time I’m making sure that ALL of our shows rise in quality in a RADICAL way. Since any show is going to be culled via bootleg for Internet consumption, I assume, I will be obsessed with the potential humiliation. So, I’ll just have to work all the harder to make it as good for you as it is for me. I’ve got a tiny bit of rest (not enough, you can imagine) and I’m shelling out some dough for our own monitor system. Any band will tell you: monitors suck-you suck. What a fucking drag. I’m so embarrassed. Oh well, that’s the way the cookie bounces. Fuck. I love you, anyway.

Vive la roque,

Jeff

Email: 1994

Date: Fri, 16 Dec 1994 15:20:01 -0800

Subject: *** MESSAGE FROM JEFF ***

Jeff …..

Hello…um…how overwhelming can something be? Just tell everybody for me that Mickey, Michael, Matt and I  LOVE YOU ALL SUPREMELY!!! This has been the most surreal year of joy and utterly satanic bullshit mixed together…your support and your love has completely inspired us to go on with the tour with more patience and energy…it’s a massive task,my tour…we play sometimes six out of seven nights a week, sometimes three gigs in one day (in-store gig in the afternoon, radio show pre gig, then on to the big mama…) Believe me, we fucking FEEL you out there…it helps us so much and I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too NO MORE CUERVO NIGHTS!!! DON’T WORRY, CHICAGO!!!! Of course, the stinking journalists didn’t show up for night number two at the Green Mill gig, WE MASHED THE NIGHT BEFORE INTO GOATSHIT!!! That’s o.k., there’ll be plenty of articles for them to write in hell…The Mystery Whiteboy Tour continues in Jan. ‘95. First we visit Europe, then (AAAAAIIEEEE! We Can’t Stinking Believe It) we go to Japan where we’ll be politely torn to shreds by their politely evil schedule...I can’t wait to see the white american business men get polluted and loudly attempt to get geisha-fied...then back to Europe, then five weeks off (I just crossed myself) then on through the U.S. one mo’ again, Maceo! That’s all.
Merry Christmas. My heart is with you.

              Sweet dreams,

                      Jeff Buckley