May 29, 1997 was a sad day. It was the day Jeff Buckley, while awaiting the arrival of his band from New York, drowned, during a spontaneous evening swim—fully clothed—in the Wolf River, Memphis, Tennessee. I was first introduced to Jeff’s music via his dadTim Buckley, whose album my boyfriend owned. He also died young, aged 28.  Jeff’s [...]
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31. July 2010
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