On this evening, eleven years ago, Jeff Buckley swam into The Wolf River in Memphis, singing along to Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love" that played on a boom box on the shore. Sadly, an undertow from a passing boat pulled him under, and one of the greatest voices in music was lost forever.
I was so sad as the days passed and he was still out there somewhere. I knew he had drown, but a huge part of me was hoping for some sort of miracle. I scanned the news daily, hoping to see "Singer Jeff Buckley Found Alive!" Alas, that never happened. His body was spotted in the water on June 4th, near Beale Street: "The Birthplace of the Blues."
I still listen to Jeff's music. My copy of Grace used to be my secret little treasure. No one else really knew who he was, and I had him all to myself. However, a voice that beautiful should be enjoyed by all, so I turned many people into Jeff-fans over the years.