Drivin’ & cryin’
July 10, 2007For my birthday back in May, my nephew and his gf gave me a copy of London Calling on disk. Well, it was a fine, intelligent choice, really (who knew my nephew paid close enough attention to the type of music his aunt liked to be able to choose so wisely?), but, natch, I already own a copy of it. So he instructed me to go out to the record store and pick out something else I’d like and he’d make the switch. I chose Grace, by Jeff Buckley. The store sold out of it before he went out to exchange disks, so we had to wait for them to get it back in stock. Just a couple days ago, my nephew finally brought over the Buckley. I listened to it on the drive into work this morning.
And sobbed.
Somewhere, sometime–I dunno where or when, but it wasn’t that long ago–I’d heard Buckley’s cover of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”. Had no idea who I was listening to at the time. But it had moved me deeply. And, wherever or whenever that was (I thought it was during a “Sopranos” ep, but I don’t see the song listed here or here, so it must’ve been someplace else), I never did find out who it was.
Until this morning, when the track started to play.
I gasped.
By the time the song was half over, I was weeping.
Let’s see how you do.
There’s a video of him performing it live here.
