did i know jack shit about Jeff Buckley before watching this documentary aside from a brief scroll of his wikipedia page that told me that he was a mega nusrat fateh ali fan and the bisexual girlies' spiritual obsession w him? no. well. wish he was around coz i loved his personality from what little we saw of him in this film. bro was lowkey daisy jones core ngl. really talented too. i listened to his album after watching the doc and have been obsessed with Mojo Pin and Hallelujah. his last voicemail to his mom >>>. no words. i think being remembered like this, decades after u're gone, and ur music still connecting to people who never lived in the same time u did—it's a great thing. i think i'd have liked knowing him back then (i say as if i wasn't born almost a decade after he died...). also i love the fact that this rando white boy just walked up to nusrat fateh ali and started belting his qawwali back at him lmfao.
