Jeff was a person of extraordinary talent, a star that shined brighter than all others, to be tragically extinguished. His incredible voice and musical talent influenced and enchanced many of our lives. We appreciate all Jeff achieved in this life, and will miss him incredibly. His album, Grace, will be remembered as one of the most soulful and brilliant albums of all time, especially the songs "Last Goodbye", "Grace", "So Real", and "Mojo Pin".

Miles Cederman-Haysom, myles@iname.com

The death of Jeff buckley is a tragic mistake that took away a musical genius. His music was enchanting, mesmerising, beautiful, and touch the soul of those who listened. In January 1996 I lost my brother Richard tragically at the young age of 21. Richard loved Jeff's songs, as he found meaning and purpose in the lyrics of each song. At the funeral we used the Last Goodbye as one of the songs, at the end, as his coffin was carried out by six of his best friends. That song now has symbolic meaning for all who were there, some even find peace while listening to it. So I would like to thank Jeff for his song and his music that influenced his and now our lives. Maybe Jeff was an angel sent to share his beautiful music from his special talent. My Mother Chris, would like to thank Jeff's mother for giving us her son so we could be privileged enough to hear and cherish Jeff's music. Rest in Peace Jeff.

Virginia Behan, vbehan01@postoffice.csu.edu.au

"There's a moon asking to stay Long enough for clouds to fly me away Well, it's my time coming, I'm not afraid to die." This is my last goodbye Jeff, I miss you.

Olga Costa, bono@openline.com.br

My friend died just this year too. In a daze, me and my friends went to have a bagel and while we were waiting, there was a magazine I flicked through with an article about whether or not there was a heaven. Some lady said this...

"Heaven is where you heart is, where you soul needs to be"

I used this to try to convince myself that she would be alright. Just thinking about how she stood there all alone in the cold scared me. My friend was, as some people have described - a shining star. It is always the best who choose to leave. I wonder if they know something the rest of us dont. I guess their ability to accept anything and everything and to embrace and share happiness to such an outerplanetar level, cannot go without some equally severe pain. They share their love and joy with us, and perhaps because we dont fully appreciate it or embrace it, then what else can they do but leave us with our own emptiness?

Jackie Ong, jjjong@onaustralia.com.au

It's odd how the death of Jeff has affected me. The first time I heard of his disapearence, I lost my breath and felt my whole body grow heavy, as beads of sweat ran down my face. I mouthed, "No. Please let it be untrue." For moments, (that I lost track of), I was stuck somewhere between a daze and a black-out and I couldn't shake myself out of it. I remembered I was ironing my linen skirt for work and snapped to. I worked that day 1:30 to 10:00. Driving home I cried for the first time. The tears that were coming out of me were tears I had never felt in all of my short but eventful 19 and a half years.

As the days passed, and still no sign of Jeff's body was found, I had begun to tell myself that it was an Elvis thing! People who knew of my pain offered ruthless jests like, "Maybe he staged his own death to sell more records for his next album". I cried those next few days and listened to Live at Sin-e, Grace and singles like "Kangaroo" and "Tounge".

When Jeff's body was found, I knew it was the end of him and all that he had to offer to us. I was relieved that the "tabloid" aspect of this misfortune was over but it still dug into the depths of my heart to the same extent as his song "Grace" did when I first heard it on 120 minutes years ago.

I guess the part that still amazes me is that I was patient for all these years for his following album. I waited and waited and yes, I waited some more for even the slightest mention of him in the Rolling Stone "Grapevine". I can't change my mentality about the whole thing. I go through days still "waiting" and every once in a while reality checks in and I realize he is not coming back and it hurts all over again, just like it did when I first heard of his disapearence.

He sings a sang called, "What Will You Say?" and I wish that I could just hear him play that live.

Sweet dreams Jeff.

L925@aol.com

Just wanna say, that the way Jeff was controling his voice like an angel, and the harmony between lyrics & music made me breathless the first time I heard "Grace".

The more I was listening to that record, the more I loved it, he was a true poet that was taken away to early, so i wish that the record- company will release all his songs, cause they WILL be bought!!! Also his work with "Jazz passengers & Brenda Kahn" was inspiring.

Thank you for inspiring all of us Jeff, you won't be forgotten.

Finn Dam, weelin@post4.teledk

I never got to see Jeff live, hence I never got to meet the man, but never will my mind and soul experience the wonders of the music of Jeff Buckley has given me. I don't have any great stories to share. He was just a talented, beautiful singer/songwriter. His songs will forever be my favourites and he is an angel who spread his wings and flew away before everyone could be greeted by his special wonders. I really thought that one day I would meet the man but know I will be contented with the fact that he has been a part of my life and affected me in a way that is so easy for other Jeff fan's to understand. His music will never die, and his soul will live for eternity. Thanks for the memories Jeff.

Love
Melissa-Ann Bedford, alan.burchell@unisa.edu.au

How I feel still, now awhile after Jeff's death is how Sarah McLachlan's song "Mercy" speaks; with sorrow and loneliness.

Mercy   -   pure & simple
Longing  -   cold & hollow
with sweet breath you'd come to warm me
but I held on too hard to only a memory
You lie there on the swollen ground
deserted in your heart
Still longing for what yesterdays lost
and for all that tomorrow might bring
and for all that tomorrow might bring
The passion lost  -  taken  stolen
the dreams we had and we shared  -  shattered  broken
with kind words  you'd come to soothe me
but I so blind and filled with fear
would send you away from me
There's no hope in regretting now
all the pain that we could not see
We both knew what we wanted
and we took it believing it free
and we took it believing it free
-Sarah McLachlan

Jeff, You gave me more to live for, more than you'll ever know.

Charles D. Boerner, mskgocb@mail.gmtcom.com

chalcedony

i'm always overhearing
conversations on the streets
listening for your voice
in the distortions of
their tones and pitches
i'd rather think about you
than fall asleep so
i'd get bags under my eyes
bad enough to be able to
hold your grocery
the ice cream you buy
would feel really nice
on my face
sometimes words like this
sound too high to be here
under your voice
you've placed me somewhere
between nausea and orgasm
it feels like such a
pleasant suffocation
painful presentation of
excruciating adoration
you make much stories
with your eyes and
the eyelashes can almost
fall on your cheekbones
and you end another part
of another night
and every day and night
turns into a sigh
mixed with the smoke
coming out from between
the drooling doors
now's the time i
wish to be there
and breathe in your sighs
and treasure them like a
beautiful stone
from the depths of your tongue
runs out a train
speeding down so
suddenly and quickly
and with such force
into the space between
my eyes to make me feel
the violence of air
over my face
and its rigorous noise
from the motor
slips back into
where it came from
and twists me over and
over and over and over
and it seems like
the prettiest nightmare
it's morning
allow me to carry your
wine bottles and car key
under the fluorescent lights
of the supermarket
you shine like no other
and the light coming out
from your eyes fights
against the flickering
electricity that's never
sure when it'll go off
into a fire
what a spark you make
between these long aisles
you stand like superman
under the flow of energy
i'm thirsty
i wanna open this bottle of wine


Yumiko Awae, Girlyart@aol.com

Never was there a man so determined to be what he wanted to be; more than his father, immortal, loved. He found love from so many people. I sit now listening to So Real, I get shivers in my spine whenever I hear about his "nightmare, it sucked me in and pulled me under, pulled me under." That IS too real. I have this image of Jeff walking backwards into the river and making nothing but a melodic cry when he left us. I imagine the end of "Grace", something similar to that. How could he be so fearless? What would make a man be the way he was? I religiously practice his music in my dorm with my guitar. Jeff, take care of us, take care of my true love, it isn't my time yet, but I am afraid. I respect you so much.

Kevin Bernard Pierce, kbpierce@mailbox.syr.edu

I sit here now with tears in my eyes after reading the feelings of others about Jeff's death. I guess it's for selfish reasons that I'm crying now. I know I'll never be able to see him in concert again as I did just one time. I know that I'll only have one FULL album to listen to.

Yet I don't feel like that's the only reason that I'm crying. No one who floated above the ground as he did, who could gather the whole human experience into one song, should be stripped away from our grasp so soon. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's played Grace all the way through, just listening, eyes closed, gathering every last bit of emotion, magic in his voice, wishing that his songs would just keep coming out for us to hear. Yet the number is finite and our grief runs deep.

BrewPlease@aol.com

"So sad,
Like father, Like Son
Such Grace, Such Beauty
Lost so young."

Des Ryan, jgulick@csc.com.au

Jeff Buckley was a man of extraordinary talent and intelligence both musically and otherwise.

I will never forget the moment I discovered Jeff: I was sitting around my house, playing guitar and just doing some personal soul-searching when I flicked on the television set and there before my eyes was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. His voice and ability were mesmerizing, from the beautifully sharp, shrill yet controlled strains of his vocal chords to the powerful strumming and innovative technique of his guitar playing. I watched him perform two songs before the show ended, desperate to find his name amidst the credits, but was able to discover nothing about him.

I scoured music stores all across the province for his music, singing and playing guitar for anyone who would listen, trying to capture his style to effectively demonstrate the music of the person I was trying to find. Nobody knew who I was talking about. I gave up tryng to play his music, trying to remember how the tunes and chord progressions went and focused on Radiohead instead, hoping to find some sort of compensation for the musical beauty I craved. It wasn't until early June that I saw him again on a Muchmusic show called "Fax" which is a news show about the music and entertainment biz...A clip of him performing came on the screen and I almost dropped my guitar. I recognized him instantly. Then I saw the announcement flashed across the screen and went numb.

"Goodnight, sweet prince Your presence will be greatly missed"

Sara Worley, saraw99r@ciao.org

My friends told me Jeff buckley had died but i only thought they were jiving me. then I hear the news everywhere and was very depressed for a whole week. Every day of that week I played his debut cd over and over again and started wondering what it would be like to have met him or see him in person. What can I say but that he was angel sent fron god to all of us but God decided it was time for him lil' angel to return up to heaven. Jeff Buckley is always on my mind and I hope his surviving family is doing okay.

Missing him,

Ana M, flowers4u29@hotmail.com

What can I say... He was my buddy for many years and a very talented musician. We knew that he'd make a mark...but we never knew that it'd be so indelible.

Sincerely,

John, Reknsild@aol.com

Thanks for your web page. I wish it wasn't there, if you know what I mean. I held my breath while they searched for Jeff, I couldn't handle the thought that he may be gone. I actually heard that they had found him, while I was listening to Triple J one evening. They then played 'Last Goodbye' and it was and still is, one of the saddest moments in my life. I have never had any one close to me die before, and even though I didn't know him personally (I met him once briefly) I felt as though someone close to me had died.

Thanks

RIP JB

Samantha, samessa@hotmail.com

GREATEST GIFT
Taken from the water let the pain wind downstream. Walked from the muddy bank into the light we've never seen. Said child I need your soul take a breath and swim with me. Won't you watch over one let me in the weight is free.

You hurt down where I know i've never been. Cross beared guess you knew how it would end. There's one for you who's eyes have just opened so save his prayers and cradle him with your... greatest gift.

"You can sing the prettiest song now"

Taken from the water when you started to forgive. Left the shawdow that shield the sun learning to live with him. He greeted you and dried your hands and told you it was time. Move through the wind and cover him with your... greatest gift. I only know through his words it was like a child you cried. Wrote your life in candlelight till the flame flickerd and died. Well on that muggy night, whether its wrong or right, you said your last goodbye.

Bill Allen, ALLENW@ELMS.EDU

This is for the man who lived his own life, experimented with his own freedom. The man who was able to express his and my own feelings in such a mystiquely clear way. The conflicts of life, reality, death and relations put to heavenly music.

The man has clearly died before his time. A man should have a chance to leave an impression on the world he lived in, and not just the start of one.

Pain of life is over for you, Jeff. Pain you would've enjoyed so much to experience and take to a higher (musical) level.

Anon, 120763wd@student.eur.nl

I'm french and I just want to say that Jeff's death was for me unbelievable..I miss this man even if I didn't know him, I'll never see him in concert, it will be the great regret of my life. Thank you Jeff for your magical voice, your beautiful songs... Hallelujah...the grace will be with you for ever.

Elisa, gouaux@enithp.angers.inra.fr

For with out Jeff I would never fall asleep

Anonymous

The only thing I wanna say is that the music and his voice pulled me out of a black hole.
I hope that he is somewhere that he is happy.

Dave, TB027N@skynet.be

The first time I heard "Grace" coincided with the first time I ever truly fell in love. What I once considered a coincidence, I now consider a gift as two very spiritual experiences will always be intertwined in my memories. Jeff Buckley was a musician that made conciousness disappear, a feat very few songwriters can accomplish. It was a sad day as I drove in my car and heard two Jeff Buckley songs on the radio, only to be followed by the terrible news of his death. Thankfully other worldly gift will live on in his music.

Judi Manning, judi.manning@metriplex.com

I will miss his beautiful face and voice but I will remember him through his music forever. He should have lived longer but instead this world was robbed of him I hope he is happy wherever he is. I will always mourn for him

R.I.P. Angel for you truely were one.

Andrea, cleody@hotmail.com

            Jeff Buckley

	Dark hair,
		Floppy, cute.
	Beautiful eyes,
		Doors to the soul.
	Sensuous lips,
		Soft, lightly textured.
	Songs; True,
		Heartfelt, sincere.
	Loving,
		Caring, sweet.
	Sweet song,
		Voice of an angel.
	Strong body,
		Defined, lithe.
	Jazzy,
		The right notes.
	Rigeous,
		The right music.
	Beautiful,
		Jeff Buckley.

Jacqui, preston@one.net.au

Jeff was a great mentor for allot of people around the world. He was one of the greatest guitar players I ever saw in my whole life. He sang peacefully and so gracefully. My deepest sympathies are with Mary Guibert.

Steph, jpereira@shl.com

I haven't even bothered to start reading the endless amount of tributes to Jeff. It seems so fuckin futile. Contrary to what I'm saying, I feel I should contribute, on the behalf of his ashes which are guarded by his mother. Jeff, I have a poem I wished you could have read:

I'm the man that's lost

Needless

My name drowns in your blood

I'm your subliminal lover, your suppressed tear,
But maybe that's howe you want it to be

Your are my fake anaesthtic
To numb the pain, to burn away the fear
To put it at rest and to let it sleep

I'm your autumn leaf
Unnoticed

Do you remember what you offered me:
A staright-edged observation of your ultimate divinity,
that transposed my heart into
unconditional love...

A fading voice wails:
"My sweet beau, death is merely the start
never shall you conceive it the finality of total existence.
Must you remember that death does place a stop somewhere,
but the finality is far more darker - more abstract.
As today's sun passes, it elicits a renaissance,
for bad light will be omitted into a drunken isolation
Deeply rooted you faith must dwell in love,
for it is an insertion of God...

Please do not feel frightened.

Re-births are a joyous activation of the soul."

And I ask why his voluptuous shadow flies above my standing silhouette, for me to touch but for him to see.

Matthew, silences@netspace.net.au

I have just found out the death of Jeff Buckley, which goes to show how overshadowed he was by those commercial shallow artists... He was indeed a great artist, and had such a unique style... I have nothing to say, I can't believe he's dead. Was it suicide? Do we have any leads, was he murdered? If he was, then I hope the murderer burns in hell! A great loss...

Sevan, axtrig@hotmail.com

He had a great authentic voice like his father, Bob Dylan and Jacques Brel...

Gerwin, makse@westbrabant.net

my jeff, my angel.
i love you now and always.
thank you for it all.
love,

amanda, pmacri@senet.com.au

I've been a big fan of Jeff's for about 3 or 4 years. when I heard he had died, I wrote a poem for him. it's not that great, but here it is:

''It All Went So Fast''

It was so hot, and I wanted to cool off
So I ran for the water, just took off
I started to sing, and I laid on my back
Then all of a sudden, like the crack of a bat
A boat raced by, the undertow sucked me under.
I pulled for the surface, 
cried and struggled.
It all went so fast,
I never imagined this moment might be my last.
My life was so short,
Only 30 years on this earth.
It seems like just yesterday was the day of my birth.
As I slowly drowned, I started to wonder:
Why is this happening to me?
A beautiful man, with a beautiful voice.
A man who is dying without any choice.
At least I'm somewhere better,
than this world filled with violence and terror
I'm in heaven now,
and even though I am gone,
I hope you will remember me through all of my songs.
I guess this is goodbye,
it all went so fast.
But I promise you love,
It won't be our last

Randi, fredr@pilot.infi.net

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