I only know that peace will come after all our hate is gone

The Girl That I Marry

GlyphJockey

he exuded a mixture of beauty and self-loathing, and mystic pain

In the beginning of March, Robert got a temp job as an usher for the newly opened Fillmore East. He reported for duty in an orange jumpsuit. He was looking forward to seeing Tim Buckley. But when he came home he was more excited by someone else. "I saw someone who's going to be really big," he said. It was Janis Joplin.

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We didn't have the money to go to concerts, but before Robert left the Fillmore he got me a pass to see the Doors. I had a strange reaction watching Jim Morrison. Everyone around me seemed transfixed, but I observed his every move in a state of cold hyperawareness. I remember this feeling much more clearly than the concert. I felt, watching Jim Morrison, that I could do that. I can't say why I thought this. I had nothing in my experience to make me think that would ever be possible, yet I harbored that conceit. I felt both kinship and contempt for him. I could feel his self-consciousness as well as his supreme confidence. 

He exuded a mixture of beauty and self-loathing, and mystic pain, like a West Coast Saint Sebastian. When anyone asked how the Doors were, I just said they were great. I was somewhat ashamed of how I had responded to their concert.

 "Just Kids" by Patti Smith.

Copyright © 2010 by Patti Smith.

Published  January 19, 2010 by Ecco, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.

i don't expect anyone else to feel that way.

"Anything can tell a story if you’re not at a party listening to a record. Jacques Brel tells a story specifically through his lyrics, but when I listen to John Coltrane that man tells me the story of his life just by playing what he plays. He tells me about Chicago and he tells me about New York and Harlem. He tells me about being a musician and he tells me all of his love just by what he plays. That’s how it is to my mind. I don’t expect anyone else to feel that way. I don’t think that you have to convey a story through words alone. In fact, words can be pretty inadequate because words which sound good in songs don’t always mean what you would want them to mean."

-tim buckley

daydream with music

"It's good if you can daydream with music or even fall asleep. If music takes you away and creates a new world. Like Dr. John opens for you a jungle and you enter a magic forest with weird birds and mysterious sounds."

- tim buckley

fame is a bullshit trap

The only thing worth doing in moderation is fame because it's such a bullshit trap. If you're famous you have to play a lot of places all year. You live in a lot of hotels. You have no family. You have a lot of empty relationships with women which you can't fulfill because you're only one day in each place. Fame is really a trap unless it's done in moderation. With drinking or sex you can forget about moderation, but anyone who is creative is chained to fame. It's terrible.

I haven't deliberately avoided fame. It's just that I'm too odd for the white middle-class. But I'm happy. I get to create. There's nobody like me so they've got to keep me around. It's like the predicament of Roland Kirk. Nobody's going to cut Roland but 300,000 people aren't going to go to his concerts like they might go to a Stones concert. Roland's expressing too much for people to accept.

september 1972. interview with steve turner for mojo

dream brother, the lives of the muses, science of being and art of living, and more

Whatever city I'm in I make it a point to visit a bookstore, a used bookstore. In the particular city I find myself right now, there's a specific Half-Priced Books store, that never ceases to surprise me with a gem.

Yesterday I found, not one, but TWO Jeff Buckley Books. Dream Brother, which I have been DIEING to read, and Merri Cyrs book, A Wished For Song, which is even more amazing than I thought.

I also found a book on Transcendental Meditation, which is something I have been wanting to learn more about considering The Beatles (and Donovan, and Pattie Boyd, of course) experiences in India, as well as lots of other of my favorite musicians, like some of The Doors.

 Then there's the drug book. I'm pretty excited about this one...

 And finally a book on nine women who were muses to some of the greatest artists. Including Lou Andreas-Salome who inspired Friedrich Nietzsche, Rainer Maria Rilke, and Sigmund Freud, Gala Dali for Salvador Dali and of course Yoko Ono for John Lennon.

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