Jeff Buckley didn't seem to be of this world. And just as soon as he came to be appreciated by it, he was gone. Buckley composed and played some of the most gut-wrenchingly beautiful songs of the past 25 years. He was a raging poet who sang of the beauty and ache of the world with such passion that it is often-times hard to listen to any one of his songs without having every hair on your body stand at attention. He is one of those artists whom, when you first discover him, you don't quite feel comfortable listening to with others -the connection is raw and personal in a way that makes you feel as if the experience of appreciating him should only be done in private. The one opportunity we got to see Buckley in 1994 will forever be emblazoned on our minds. His four-octave range takes his songs from the depth of sorrow to the height of tortured romantic rage. He was simply sublime. more ›