Jeff Buckley's Personal Plea of Love to Bob Dylan

[The most incredible thing about this letter is it starts off "Dear Bob"..."Dear Bob"

Anyway,  This was written backstage at the night- at the- Thanksgiving evening. I played a gig at the Wetlands, and I got trapped backstage by a huge crowd, I couldn't get out. So, I decided I'd get down to it. So this was written on Thanksgiving.]

Dear Bob,

[And I don't know what purpose this will serve at all.]

I don't know how to start. Last Saturday, my man, Steve Burkowitz, broke it to me that you were told of something I said from the stage and that you'd felt insulted. I need for you to listen to me. I have no way of knowing how my words are translated to you, if they're whole meaning and context are intact, but the truth is that I was off on a tangent, on a stage, my mind going where it goes, trying to be funny, it wasn't funny at all and I fucked up, I really fucked up.

And the worst of it isn't that your boys were at the gig to hear it. It doesn't really bother me. It just kills me to know that whatever they told you was what you think I think of you-

not that I love you, not that I've always listened to you and carried the music with me wherever I go, not that I believe in you and also that your show was great. It was only the separate club crowd that I was cynical about and that's what I was trying to get at when I said what I said. And I'm sorry that I'll never get to make another first impression. You were really gracious to me, to even allow me backstage to meet you. I'll never forget you, what you told me for as long as I live. He said "Make a good record man" and I'm very honored to have met you at all. [He said some other shit too,] I'm only sad that I didn't get a chance to tell you before all this intrigue, the intrigue is not the truth. Lots of eyes will read this letter before it gets to you, Bob, which I accept. Someday you will know exactly what I mean, man to man.

Always be well,

Jeff Buckley

[And you know who's going to read this? The President of Sony Records, my A&R man, my manager, his two managers, his friend Ratzo, and this is my personal plea of love to Bob Dylan, and this is what happens when you're not nobody anymore]