was in my teens, which is probably why I still remember it.
He was here in Dallas, with an audience full of seasoned Buckley
fans, that was very obvious by the reception and quiet attention
was up, he appeared happy, and a bit overwhelmed by the reception
he received (many musicians claim they hate playing here,
people are often rude... not that night!) but this was 1975,
and Dallas was as trendy and *new* as any other city at that
would have not believed he was in emotional pain had I known.
He was sexy as hell, lean and beautiful. On the FM *heavy*
stations here Get On Top and Sweet Surrender
were huge, and Get On Top received ear-splitting reception
on the opening notes...
next evening, (I think) the guy who had taken me to the concert
called and when I said "Hello" the first words out
of his mouth were "Buckley's dead." I thought there
had been a plane crash.
was so special.
was destroyed. Wished I could turn the clock back to the day
My only regret is that we're all here reading this. I would
much prefer a pile of albums and CDs recorded by Tim, over
the past three decades, to this...
read Judy Buckley's memoirs of her husband a few weeks ago.
am most grateful for them, as I am assured he also had much
joy in his life...
I've grown older, I've begun to see a pattern to things...
I honestly believe Tim was here for his last go-round on this
planet; he wasn't here long, his departure was sudden, and
what he left behind was more than substantial. His pain was
on the surface.
then his son...
world breaks everyone, and afterward many are strong in the
those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good,
and the very gentle, and the very brave, impartially.
you are none of these things, you can be sure it will kill
you too, but there will be no special hurry."
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