I'm in the midst of a few longterm research and writing projects this week, so blogging will be light. But here's a quick diversion: I've loved this song for over a decade. It was one of the first I learned to play on guitar. But I don't think I ever really got the lyrics until it spun onto my iPod a few days ago and left me sort of floored. I did some googling and, sure enough, it turns out Buckley was 27 when he wrote the song. It's a gooood one. And now I realize it isn't about being broken-hearted at all; it's about feeling foolish and regretful and indecisive and ashamed about all that. But still.
The transcendent Buckley, of course, drowned in Memphis in 1997 at the age of 30. But here's the lady the song is rumored to be written for, Rebecca Moore, the musician and New York City community activist. She's still actively performing.