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28 Feb 12 at 12 pm

don’t ask me how I survived this as a pubescent girl. not unscathed though. pretty sure I’m barren now.

don’t ask me how I survived this as a pubescent girl. not unscathed though. pretty sure I’m barren now.

Like most of you know, I am quite fond of the late and great Jeff Buckley. Last night I attended a small tribute in LES @ Arlene’s Grocery. I arrived about an hour late. The left side of my face had been hurting since Saturday night and continued on to Sunday, putting me in a less than favorable mood. I considered missing the show but reconsidered that I’d be in a worse mood the next day if I did. So I showed up, just in time to catch Pete Pidgeon sing an a capella version of Corpus Christi Carol, and a wonderful rendition of All Flowers In Time Bend Towards The Sun. The other 2 acts were a tad forgettable for me so I’ll skip on to my favorite part of the night… Chris Dowd of Fishbone fame, Jeff’s best friend, roommate, and collaborator was the final act of the night. Jeff wrote Dream Brother about him and the struggles he had been going through at the time. Chris shared a few touching things about Jeff and their relationship. He noted what an awesome impersonator Jeff was. How he would put on a cape and do this thing he called, “Elvis sings The Doors.” 

Chris Dowd sang a song he wrote for Jeff called Long Live The Chief. A lyric in particular stuck out for me… "Mother Mary riding the cash cow…" Hmmm. He went on to perform What Will You Say, a song he co-wrote with Jeff and Carla Azar. I was so delighted by it until Danielle De Luca drunkenly crashed the stage, claming that she loved the song so much and felt compelled to go up and sing. The motts I got were inexplicable. After that whole fiasco, Chris Dowd chuckled politely making light of the situation and sang a few more songs. He informed us that he was in the process of making somewhat of a tribute album for JB, with various other musicians and friends collaborating on it. I’m psyched to hear how that turns out. 

All and all, it was a good night. I have to admit, I always leave these events with a snip of a bitter taste in my mouth, and a tiny whole in my heart. The fact that I will never get to experience a person who has made such a profound affect on me in the resonant flesh, is a hard pill to swallow.

(Source: wendypeppercorn)

(Source: wendypeppercorn)