Short clips from a young legend.
Sweaty, looking forward to lighting yet another cigarette.
He thinks, then slowly reaches for the glass of water that was sweaty too. He
thought for quite a while, that the words that came with melodies are just easy
as people think the opposite. The towel that was on his neck slowly felt heavy
as he noticed the over- all heat of the city. It was just another cigarette
from a physical point of view, but below the smoke and the easy drift of the
hazy light, another song was forming inside the mind of Jeff Buckley.
Sin-E
was his great relief from all those sad relationships he wished he never had to
think about. But who the hell said it was bad things that make people insanely
good at something like music? Jeff thinks, he also had good things, good things
he repeats in his mind, then no need to get over that to extract a song. It’s
something so exclusively his, his talent, his great brain, to produce those
things for him. Flashes of memories appear as he slowly walk the pavement to
Sin-E. The bar that let him sing his heart out, for New York was a place that
accepts non-mainstream music as well kept secrets, then locals will savour the
deliciously authentic strumming of the non-commercialized music we all call
pure. The waitress wore pants today, and Jeff saw an outline of what seems to
be red underwear. Carmina, the waitress did it on purpose, for a man like Jeff
that red underwear underneath her slim fit pants couldn’t be resisted. She
thinks, 2 more hours and we’re out. Never knowing his intentions. What a sad
life to go after that guy on stage who seemed to more interested more on his
music than this girl who’s willing to show what she’s all about.
She saw
him lick his lips, immediately thinking that intimate gesture was for her.
Strongly refusing that it was just cold water that made Jeff Buckley seem so
unusually sensual.
She doesn't know him at all. Oh, she didn't know.
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