another year

november 17 1966

simply precious

aflame all the time

I remember that sensation ... really special things that have no words to them. I hang on to them, because...so much of the rest of this existence is so fucking obvious, so easy to repeat, so easy to get bored of. But there's this other rhythm that's happening all the time; it's much more vibrant, but it's just harder to share. I imagine that it's in the deepest depths of that rhythm that the Sufis live. They're completely    aflame all the time.

http://www.jeffbuckley.com/rfuller/buckley/words/interviews/doubletake.html

rare photos of young jeff buckley/ scotty moorhead

"I used to be Scott Moorhead, until the time I was, I don't know, 10. Kids call you stuff like Scotty watty doo-doo snotty, Scotty potty, snot Dopehead. And I was sick of that. My mom had been long divorced from my step father, and I said, 'Who am I really, Ma?' So I took a look at the birth certificate, and it said 'Jeffrey Scott Buckley.' I said, okay - I'm choosing who I am." He laughs. "Besides, it didn't help matters any - Buckley, Buttlick, Fuckley ..." quote source