There wasn't one voice amongst the living that could summon forth the power and majesty of Leonard Cohen other than Jeff Buckley. His version of Hallelujah is a passionate marker that not all voices are created equal, that not all souls and talents created as one and the same. He is missed every day. If played at the right time at night, one can almost sense his spirit rising up from from the bowels of the muddy Mississippi River.
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Friday, August 14, 2009
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