Happy birthday to the man that continually inspires me. A touch as profound as yours, I don’t think I’ll ever feel. Strange how someone you’ve never even met can do that to you.
Can I just… Can I just say something? I don’t hate my father. And I don’t resent him existing, it’s just something I’ve grown up with all my life. Not being a part of the life that has so much energy over here and having my own. And then when you’re a kid, people assume that you have no mind of your own which at a very early age I did. It’s my way of resisting people’s trivialization of my music. If uh, it should be known, and it should, I have a great great admiration of Tim and what he did. And some things that he did completely embarrass me to hell, but the things that were great, I’ll hold up against anything… But that’s a respect as a fellow artist, cause’ he really wasn’t my father. My father was Ron Moorhead, you know… But, because I’ve done so many interviews and I look at the page, I think that the feeling that comes across- it’s not accurate. It shouldn’t be remembered as that cause’ it looks very bitter.
FOREVER PROUD OF THIS
"He could have literally been doing anything, musically, that he wanted to do. And I would think of it like I would think of it like Jimi Hendrix, where there’s no real way to predict it, because he could have done anything. He had a way of playing the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard and singing them, and still with the way that he sang, create a bit of an uncomfortable edge to it if he felt like it. And he did that mostly with his voice." -Chris Cornell
…Music seems to me to be the most closely identified with my soul. I mean, I feel that it’s the best for me. It just gets into the bloodstream so quickly for no reason at all. You can close your heart and sleep even with your eyes closed, but you can never close your ears.
The light of my life, the fire of my loins, Jeff Buckley. November 17, 1966 – May 29, 1997
“As usual when you start doing exactly what you are, whether you’re a writer or catamaran sailor, you pretty much start in for the most demeaning work you’ll ever do in your life.”