Jeff

Jeff Buckley at night...the combination can take you to the deepest parts of your memory and emotions with just a few notes in the night.

They're emotions you think have faded or even gone away. But how does Jeff Buckley take me straight back to the one night I heard him wail "Grace" on a Montreal rooftop, while "he" slept beneath us. "He" is "the guy who recently broke my heart", mentionned in a previous blog.

Jeff poured his heart out while I poured another beer, and I had no idea of the things to come, the things "he" would make me feel, the things that would hurt me, the things that would amaze me.

Every time I think I'm over it, memories just seep into my soul and objectify in my mind, like weights that just won't let me move on and forget him. I guess it's all in the name of the break-up game.

I know he'll become my past and I'll look back on it all with a smile and a hint of sadness. But meanwhile, Jeff might heal some of the wounds as I pour the memories out of my heart through his wails.