Credo che essere un figlio d’arte e cambiare la storia della musica con una cover, possano entrare di diritto nella Top Ten delle cose umanamente più difficili al mondo, dopo ovviamente il sopportare cinquantenni su internet che fingono di essere ventenni. Nella mia non di certo lunga esistenza ho incontrato, per così dire, solo un artista che, in un solo album, è riuscito in entrambe di queste due titaniche imprese. Il suo nome? Jeff Buckley con il suo album “Grace" (1994).

Ma entriamo più nel merito di queste due imprese messe in atto dal buon Jeff e dalla sua angelica voce. Quando tuo padre si chiama Tim Buckley, ovvero quel bel tipo che mi piace definire il "Bob Dylan che sapeva suonare e cantare”, sperimentatore, innovatore e stimato dal lontano periodo dei fiori, stampare il proprio nome nella storia della musica con un tale fardello sulle spalle non sembra obiettivamente una soluzione fattibile, ma sarà la voce sognante e potente con un range vocale in grado produrre tracce come “Dream Brother” che tocca tonalità incredibilmente basse per un tenore, per poi raggiungere la “vetta” in canzoni come “Grace” o “Mojo Pin”, sarà la capacità di passare da una traccia come “Corpus Christi Carol” un canto tradizionale da chiesa, con riverberi lunghi e distesi, a una canzone come “Eternal Life” dalle sonorità sicuramente più incisive, con una linea di basso incazzatissima alla Rage Against the Machine e chitarre con suoni scuri e distorti alla Alice in Chains, sarà che l’intero album funziona sia come una progressione di tracce sia come singole canzoni, sarà stata la capacità di distinguersi con un genere e una versatilità che non si conformava a nessuna delle mode dell’epoca, composte principalmente dal grunge di Seattle e dal rock/metal reduce dei luccicanti anni ’80, sarà che Jeff Buckley era un gran figo, ma incredibilmente, quando ascolti “Grace” non pensi: “Eh però il padre era meglio”. Quando ascolti “Grace” semplicemente stai in religioso silenzio e ti lasci trasportare dalla soavità di note che si succedono in una progressione incredibilmente piacevole e godibile persino per chi, nella musica, ama solo l’ascolto disinteressato.

Ma veniamo ora alla seconda fatica di Buckley, quella che probabilmente lo ho reso famoso e ascoltato tutt’oggi, quella che ogni anno conduce qualche musicista con poca fantasia a portare una cover di “Hallelujah" ad un talent show o a caricarla su YouTube. In realtà le cover dell’album sono due: la popolarissima e straordinaria “Hallelujah" appunto, scritta e arrangiata nella versione originale da Leonard Cohen e “Lilac Wine” altrettanto straordinaria ( se non di più ) ma non così ricordata, di James Shelton. Con meno aspettative di vittoria del Leicester di qualche anno fa, Jeff, giovane ragazzo appena ventisettenne all’album d’esordio, sfida un titano ( rimanendo in parallelismi mitologici ) come Leonard Cohen, un altro che della propria voce ne ha fatto un marchio di fabbrica, un’artista di uno spessore immenso e già in attività da decenni. Che ci crediate o meno, Jeff vince, anzi stravince, tanto da far dimenticare in toto la traccia originale di Cohen che viene letteralmente annullata da uno degli ri-arrangiamenti più importanti e influenti della storia della musica. Molti vedono il panorama di Seattle come l’emblema della rivoluzione giovanile anni ’90, ma se ci pensiamo bene, Jeff è stato l’unico in grado di dare un vero calcio al passato, con quel carattere audace e quella presuntuosa volontà giovanile di riscrivere la musica a proprio modo, è lui, prima di tutti, il vero rivoluzionario degli anni ‘90.

In conclusione “Grace” è un album straordinariamente bello per quanto avesse tutte le carte in regola (insieme al suo autore) per diventare un grandissimo fallimento artisticamente e come vendite, ma “Grace” non è solo questo, “Grace” è anche un esempio di come un giovane ragazzo armato di qualche strumento sia riuscito a segnare una X fondamentale nella storia della musica mondiale, ribaltando le generazioni passate e riuscendo nell'ardua impresa di farle dimenticare al solo tocco del tasto Play.

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01   Mojo Pin (05:41)

I'm lying in my bed, the blanket is warm
This body will never be safe from harm
Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal
Touch my skin to keep me whole

If only you'd come back to me
If you laid at my side
Wouldn't need no mojo pin
To keep me satisfied

Don't want to weep for you
I don't want to know
I'm blind and tortured
The white horses flow
The memories fire
The rhythms fall slow
Black beauty, I love you so

Precious, precious silver and gold
And pearls in oyster's flesh
Drop down we two to serve and pray to love
Born again from the rhythm
screaming down from heaven
Ageless, ageless and I'm there in your arms

Don't want to weep for you
I don't want to know
I'm blind and tortured
The white horses flow
The memories fire
The rhythms fall slow
Black beauty, I love you so

The welts of your scorn, my love, give me more
Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more
Well it's you I've waited my life to see
It's you I've searched so hard for

Don't want to weep for you
I don't want to know
I'm blind and tortured
The white horses flow
The memories fire
The rhythms fall slow
Black beauty, I love you so

02   Grace (05:22)

There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Well it's my time coming
I'm not afraid to die
My fading voice sings of love
But she cries to the clicking of time
Of time

Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire

And she weeps on my arm
Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
Oh my love
And the rain is falling and I believe
My time has come
It reminds me of the pain
I might leave
Leave behind

Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire

And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow

Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire

03   Last Goodbye (04:35)

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know

This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Baby, maybe it is just because I didn't know you at all

Kiss me
Please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe
And not consolation
You know it makes me so angry
'Cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry
This is our last goodbye

Did you say "No, this can't happen to me"
And did you rush to your phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying
"Maybe... you didn't know him at all"
You didn't know him at all
You didn't know

The bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memory
Offer signs that it's over
It's over

04   Lilac Wine (04:32)

I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree

I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be

When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you

Lilac wine
Is sweet and heady
Like my love
Lilac wine
I feel unsteady
Like my love

Listen to me
I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she
Coming to me
Nearly here

Lilac wine
Is sweet and heady
Where's my love
Lilac wine
I feel unsteady,
Where's my love

Listen to me
Why is everything so hazy
Isn't that she
Or am I just going crazy, dear?

Lilac wine
I feel unready for my love
Feel unready
For my love

05   So Real (04:43)

Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress

Oh
That was so real

We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation
And I fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks
'Cause I thought I'd hurt my mother
And I couldn't awake from the nightmare
That sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under

Oh
That was so real

I love you
But I'm afraid to love you
I love you
But I'm afraid to love you
I'm afraid

Oh
That was so real

06   Hallelujah (06:53)

Well, I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya
Well, it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well, your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well, baby, I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well, there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well, maybe there is a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

07   Lover, You Should've Come Over (06:43)

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so (you'll never know)

I'm broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it

Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away
When he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no one...

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return, oh, or will I ever learn
Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that wont ever come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her...
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
Oh... Lover, you should've come over... 'Cause it's not too late...

08   Corpus Christi Carol (02:56)

He bare her up, he bare her down
He bare her into an orchard ground

Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay
The falcon hath borne my mate away

And in this orchard there was a hall
That was hanged with purple and gold
And in that hall there was a bed
And it was hanged with gold so red

Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay

And on this bed there lieth a knight
His wound is bleeding day and night
By his bedside kneeleth a maid
And she weepeth both night and day

Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay

By his bedside standeth a stone
Corpus Christi written thereon

09   Eternal Life (04:52)

Eternal life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin, man
Just need one last nail
While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games
There's a flaming red horizon that screams our names
And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you?
You better turn around
And blow your kiss hello to life eternal, Angel

Racist everyman, what have you done?
Man, you've made a killer of your unborn son
Crown my fear your king at the point of a gun
All I want to do is love everyone

And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you?
You better turn around
And blow your kiss hello to life eternal

Oh

There's no time for hatred
Only questions
Where is love?
Where is happiness?
What is life?
Where is peace?

When will I find the strength to bring me release?
And tell me where is the love in what your prophet has said?
Man, It sounds to me just like a prison for the walking dead
And I've got a message for you and your twisted hell
You better turn around and blow your kiss goodbye
To life eternal Angel

Angel

10   Dream Brother (05:26)

There is a child sleeping near his twin
The pictures go wild in a rush of wind
That dark angel he is shuffling in
Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled

The love you lost with her skin so fair
Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
Her green eyes bloom goodbyes
With her head in her hands and your kiss on the lips of another
Dream brother
With your tears scattered round the world.

Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't be like the one who left behind his name
'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
And nobody ever came

I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
Your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Your eyes to the ground
And the world spinning round forever

Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over

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Altre recensioni

Di  Sallu

 Grace è il più bel disco di debutto che io abbia mai ascoltato.

 Ascoltate questo cd e la vostra vita cambierà, non so se in meglio o peggio ma cambierà...


Di  francis

 sembra i Pink Floyd con un cane bastonato al posto di Gilmour.

 mi hanno mandato in coma, e peccato per quel ritornello Gospel che non ci azzecca niente...


Di  tomic

 Spirito incantevole e profondo, Jeff Buckley.

 Eterogeneo nelle soluzioni musicali, alterna pop d'autore, rock puro e perle di musica sacra.


Di  nexus1

 La voce di Jeff Buckley rasenta la perfezione!

 Non una nota e non una lettera di tutto l'album sono messe a caso, quasi a comporre un mosaico fatto di tasselli più unici che rari!


Di  betotal

 Grace è proprio quell’attimo. Quello che non torna più. E che sogni per sempre.

 Le tracce... diventano SOLCHI, diventano SQUARCI, diventano fosse che mi scavano le ossa e che non so ancora spiegare quanto dolore misto a piacere e sublimazione mi abbiano provocato.