Grace

I just recently met a rather charming young debutante via another charming young debutante, but this recently met innocent looking young debutante has something about her which isn’t innocent at all: good taste. Yes, as far as Jeff Buckley adoration goes it appears as though I’ve met my match. Strike that; it appears as though I’ve been surpassed. She has the live in Chicago DVD, and we will be watching it tonight. Goosebumps are crawling up my arms as I frantically type these words.

If you don’t know who Jeff Buckley is then I’m sorry, and my prayers will be with you. If you’ve yet to be acquainted with his unique musical genius that without question transcends time and space, in fact redefines time and space, then run, don’t walk, to the nearest music store and pick up his only album, Grace. Think Almost Famous when the sister gives her little brother the album collection. It will change your life.

It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
-Lover You Should've Come Over