Jeff Buckley Lives. Rare concert videos, live shows and photos of one of the greatest singers of all time.

Jeff Buckley - Grace at the BBC Late Show
Jeff Buckley – Grace live BBC Late Show

Jeff Buckley - Live In Chicago 1995 full concert
Jeff Buckley – Live In Chicago 1995 full concert

Jeff Buckley - Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel - Providence, RI 5.19.95
Jeff Buckley – Lupo’s Heartbreak Hotel – Providence, RI 5.19.95

Jeff Buckley Satisfied Mind at the Knitting Factory
Jeff Buckley Satisfied Mind at the Knitting Factory 2.4.97. Performed shortly before he moved to Memphis. Just 3 months later he would accidentally drown while swimmming in the Mississippi River outside Memphis.

Jeff Buckley - Mojo Pin Live at Glastonbury 1995
Jeff Buckley – Mojo Pin Live at Glastonbury 1995

Jeff Buckley - Velvet Jungle, Top Live - Paris, France 2.15.95
Jeff Buckley – Velvet Jungle, Top Live – Paris, France 2.15.95

Jeff Buckley rooftop cafe 8.31.95
Jeff Buckley rooftop cafe 8.31.95

Jeff Buckley - Pacific Club - Antwerp, Belgium 1994
Jeff Buckley – Pacific Club – Antwerp, Belgium 9.21.94 Interviews and excerpts of live songs…

Jeff Buckley Heliotricity

Heliotricity Jeff Buckley

Jeff Buckley Gary Lucas

Jeff Buckley Satisfied Mind at the Knitting Factory
Jeff Buckley live at the Knitting Factory 2-4-97.

Matt Johnson Mick Grondahl Jeff Buckley and Michael Tighe
Jeff Buckley, Matt Johnson, Mick Grondahl and Michael Tighe.

Jeff Buckley with Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Jeff Buckley speaking of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan (pictured with Jeff in the photo above) Editors note: check out Nusrat’s cardigan with the golfer on it!

The first time I heard the voice of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was in Harlem, 1990. My roommate and I stood there, blasting it in his room. We were all awash in the thick undulating tide of dark punjabi tabla rhythms, spiked with synchronized handclaps booming from above and below in hard, perfect time.

I heard the clarion call of harmoniums dancing the antique melody around like giant, singing wooden spiders. Then all of a sudden, the rising of one, then ten voices hovering over the tonic like a flock of geese ascending into formation across the sky.

Then came the voice of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. Part Buddha, part demon, part mad angel…his voice is velvet fire, simply incomparable. Nusrat’s blending of classical improvisations to the art of Qawwali, combined with his out and out daredevil style and his sensitivity, puts him in a category all his own, above all others in his field.

His every enunciation went straight into me. I knew not one word of Urdu, and somehow it still hooked me into the story that he weaved with his wordless voice. I remember my senses fully froze in order to feel melody after melody crash upon each other in waves of improvisation; with each line being repeated by the men in the chorus, restated again by the main soloists, and then Nusrat setting the whole bloody thing afllame with his rapid-fire scatting, turning classical Indian Solfeggio (Sa, Re, Gha, Ma, Pa, Dha, Ni) into a chaotic/manic birdsong. The phrase burst into a climax somewhere, with Nusrat’s upper register painting a melody that made my heart long to fly. The piece went on for fifteen minutes. I ate my heart out. My roommate just looked at me knowingly, muttering, “Nusrat…Fa-teh…A-li…Khaaan,” like he had just scored the wine of the century. I felt a rush of adrenaline in my chest, like I was on the edge of a cliff, wondering when I would jump and how well the ocean would catch me: two questions that would never be answered until I experienced the first leap.

That is the sensation and the character of Qawwali music, the music of the Sufis, as best I can describe it.

In between the world of the flesh and the world of the spirit is the void. The Qawwali is the messenger who leaps empty-handed into the abyss and returns carrying messages of love from the Beloved (Allah). These messages have no words, per se, but at the high point of a Qawwali performance, they come in bursts of light into the hearts and minds of the members of the audience. (Of course, by that time the whole house is either hanging from the rafters, or dancing.) This is called Marifat, the inner knowledge, and it is in the aim of the Qawwali tradition to bring the listener into this state: first through the beauty of the poetry and the weight of its meaning; then, eventually, through the Qawwali’s use of repetition; repeating the key phrases of the poem until the meaning has melted away to reveal the true form to the listener. I’ve seen Nusrat and his party repeatedly melt New Yorkers into human beings. At times I’ve seen him in such a trance while singing that I am sure that the world does not exist for him any longer. The effect it has is gorgeous. These men do not play music, they are music itself.

The texts from which traditional Qawwals are sung come from the works of the great sufi poets: Bulle Shah (1680-1753), Shams Tabriz (d. 1247), Shah Hussain (1538-1599), and the great Sufi poet and scholar, Amir Khusrav (1253-1325), who was the inventor of Qawwali itself. These texts are devotional, of course, meaning poems of worship for Allah (Hamd) and the prophet Muhammad (N’ati-Sharif). There are also love poems (ghazals), where a more secular romantic interplay is happening between man and woman (which I can dig). The Qawwali’s, however, see ghazals as a metaphor between Man and the Divine. They don’t care about which meaning was derived from where. In the true Sufi way, through their music, any meaning that is needed by the listener is there for the listener to absorb. For the true Qawwali, all meanings of the music exist simultaneously and there is no need of purpose for religious dogma. There is only the pilgrimage to the light within the heart, which is the home of God. There is only a pure devotion and a fierce virtuosity to grow wings and soar through music. To plant a kiss on the eyes of Allah and then sing His loving gaze back home into the hearts of Man.

-Jeff Buckley, New York, 1997

Jeff Buckley with short hair

Jeff Buckley concert ticket

Jeff Buckley live ticket stub 1994

Jeff Buckley ticket stub

Buckley sketches for my sweetheart the drunk

Jeff Buckley Bob Dylan covers

Jeff Buckley con el cabello corto

Jeff Buckley Grace Album Cover

Jeff Buckley live in the 90s

Jeff Buckley live Sin-e

Jeff Buckley Mick Grondahl and group

Jeff and Tim Buckley

Jeff Buckley quotes

Jeff Buckley tower records live

Jeff Buckley Grace photo shoot

jeff buckley yearbook

Jeff Buckley grave Memphis zoo memorial
One of two memorial plaques for Jeff at the Memphis Zoo. Jeff’s Mom Mary Guibert wrote on the Mojo Pin site “The plaques are located on the corner wall in the observation area overlooking the Sumatran Tigers. Jeff visited the zoo frequently and had made an appointment to be interviewed for a volunteer keeper’s position, the week before he passed. He loved the cats and the hippo but never left without visiting the butterfly exhibit…”
RIP Jeff



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