Everybody has shows that, looking back, they’re grateful they made the effort to go see. Some of mine are: Queen at MSG, The Jacksons on the “Victory” tour (featuring “Thriller”-era Michael), a half dozen Ramones shows, Jellyfish, Tom Waits, Ray Charles, Shawn Colvin at McCabe’s because I got to hang out with Joni Mitchell in the green room (whew).
The other side of the pendulum are the ones that got away. The shows that, looking back, you kick yourself for not going to see when you could’ve. Or one that you walked out of. Like this one:
I walked into Tower Records in Hollywood and there was this guy set up on a bandstand tuning his guitar. The name on the bandstand said, “Jeff Buckley”. I never heard of him, but he looked familiar. Back then, all of the working guitar players in LA were one or two degrees separate from each other. I walked over and stared at him for a little bit. He stared at me for a little bit like he might’ve known me. Quickly, we realized that we didn’t know each other so I just said, “Hey. How you doing” and he said, “Hey, how’s it going?”. Super friendly. I went and found the CD I was looking for, paid for it, thought about staying to see him play but went, “Nah. Let’s get out of here. I’m hungry”.
No regrets but Carpe diem, my friends.
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Jeff and the band sign autographs at (the former) Tower Records in Los Angeles on May 4, 1995
“I never asked to become a sex symbol, but it’s part of the job. That doesn’t make me particularly sexy. I still don’t like myself.”- Jeff Buckley, for Les Inrockuptibles, 1995
📸: Anne Hanson
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