10 September 2007
May 3, 1995

I never met Jeff. But I did come in contact with him. A distant sort of contact disguised as a close encounter. He grazed my shoulder on his way to the makeshift stage at Tower Records in Westwood. I was getting my period and he had a zit on his upper chest close to the collar bone. He was beautiful beyond anything I’ve ever seen. Delicate like a bird you could spend eternity looking at and listening to. And I did that. I looked at him… and listened to him… for as long as I could.
See my autographed jewel case insert signed by Jeff Buckley in part II of this blog post
Jeff Buckley - Last Goodbye/Grace
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