Ananula

“We are born to live, we are born to understand, we are born to carry a cursed pattern and be transformed by pain.“ – Jeff Buckley.

JEFF BUCKLEY, (November 17, 1966 - May 29, 1997 - ∞). We miss you, Jeff. We love you. Forever.

“He was the most talented person I ever met. On one hand he had a divine grace that passed through him and manifested in the most extraordinary music. On the other hand he was an ordinary guy with problems just like anybody else. He also had the most outrageous wit I have ever encountered”– Merri Cyr “He was such a true artist. Such a student of his art. So inspired by the work that he was throwing himself into, and I suppose tortured by it too but it was a really beautiful thing to watch. Watching somebody work that hard, in public, is pretty wonderful. He was such a generous spirit. I’ve never been inspired by an artist quite that much, before or since. Not to that level”–  Nicholas Hill

“Jeff moved really fast, like he was experiencing life at a very high speed and just really playfull, like a kid, but with some very strong secret and internal language that he had with himself. There was one area that was really intangible. You could look in his eyes sometimes and know he was reverberating inside himself, that he had these emotions and ideas that he probably would never tell anybody”–. Michael Thighe 

“He was naive and hungry for knowledge and experience. He was a little boy with huge, six-foot eyes, all black, no pupils, taking it all in. I don’t think that people always understood him. I thinl that there were people who just went along with him, and people who were scared by him”–. Leah Reid.

Jeff Buckley and his tour manager Gene Bowen photographed car shopping in Memphis. May 29, 1997. Jeff’s last know photograph.

JEFF BUCKLEY, (November 17, 1966 - May 29, 1997 - ∞).

“Jeff was all about love. Everything came down to basically, love is the most powerful in the universe. (…) Jeff was nobody’s martyr, and I don’t think he would like people turning him into the tragic young beautiful thing. (…). He would hate that”- Inger Lorre