Jeff Scott Buckley lived any number of lives: suburban loner, music school misfit, west coast headbanger, New York troubadour, rock and roll gypsy, Memphis dreamer, lover, poet, boozer, schemer, band leader, dog stalker. And he also got close to hundreds of people, although it’s questionable whether many of them were allowed to get too close in return.
Jeff Apter, A Pure Drop: The Life of Jeff Buckley
I’m used to being a fool,” Buckley admitted to Triple J. “I’m a horrible clown, doing the funny shit that falls flat. I’m the poster boy for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Look up faux pas in the dictionary. … All fools are brave, I suppose. It’s just comfortable for me.
Jeff Buckley, via A Pure Drop: The Life of Jeff Buckley Pg. 199
“They just thought Jeff was my weird friend. They’d ask me: What’s up with this weird goofy white guy? They even thought he was gay. I was like, yeah, whatever.” Buckley silenced them one night when he jumped on stage and jammed with Dowd, Alice in Chains’ Layne Staley and Fishbone drummer John Steward. “Then they figured it out.” Dowd laughed.
Chris Dowd, Jeff Apter, A Pure Drop: The Life of Jeff Buckley
Finding Perry Saturn… again! [September 17th, 2016]
A few years ago, Bill Apter excitedly found Perry Saturn hanging out at a convention and did a video to check up on the former WWF, WCW, and ECW superstar. Saturn has since disappeared from the spotlight again, but recently resurfaced at the old ECW Arena (now known as the 2300 Arena). In this video, Saturn explains where he’s been, issues he’s having with a brain injury, and his new favorite hobby, which includes his grandson!
The latest issue (#766, September 2015) is available now via all regular stockists.
The cover story is a commemorative look at Jeff Buckley’s Grace, 21 years on from its original release. Jeff Apter, author of A Pure Drop: the life of Jeff Buckley, recounts the story behind one of the nineties’ greatest records.
“Buckley’s debut was both a beginning and an end for the singer. It
was the beginning of his ‘proper’ recording career for prestigious label
Columbia Records, who had such high hopes that they envisaged a musical
bloodline that connected Buckley with Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, Bob
Dylan and Bruce Springsteen. It was also the end of his relatively
carefree cafe days, in which he’d served a musical apprenticeship at the
downtown New York cafe/drop-in centre known as Sin-é.”
It is precisely because she does believe [translation] to be so crucial that she wants it to be taken seriously. Her concerns lie with a notion of world literature that erases difference or sifts out the foreign or the unsettling in the name of easy consumption. In this way world literature mimics a free-market fantasy of the endless, frictionless circulation of goods and information. In this McDonaldisation of the written word there is no room for difficulty or opacity.
We tend to take it for granted that the world needs more translated works. The dictates of common wisdom state that reading translated works help us understand the reality of foreign cultures. But what if translation, which erases at least some nuance from works of literature, instead “sifts out the foreign or the unsettling in the name of easy consumption”? In TheIrish Times, Michael Croninreviews a recent book by NYU professor Emily Apter.
The Ohev Yisroel, the holy Apter Ruv zt”l, once said about this week’s parsha “Balak is roshei teivos [acronym] for v’Ahavta l’reacho kamocho” [love your neighbor like yourself].
Said the chassidim for the rebbe, “Balak is spelled ב-ל-ק and the first letters of v’Ahavta l’reacho kamocho are ו-ל-כ! The Rebbe is mixing up a ב with a ו and a ק with a כ…”
Answered the Apter Ruv, “יא. ואהבת לרעך כמוך אפילו ווען ס'שטומט נישט” (Yes. Love your neighbor like yourself- even if it isn’t right). “ווען עס קומט צו אהבת ישראל קען מען נישט מדקדק זיין מיט די אותיות” - When it comes to Ahavas Yisroel you can’t be too exact on the letters.”
Let us not look too precisely and too strict at another. Sometimes we need to bend certain things and ourselves a little because of the mitzvah of Ahavas Yisroel. Next time someone bothers us, let us think about this lesson of the Apter Ruv.