I’m sure this has happened to you, because it has likely affected every genre one can be a fan of. Have you ever felt sad that you discovered you are a fan of something or someone that no longer exists?
Probably the first time I really thought about it was the time I bought my first Jeff Buckley cd in 2002. Damn. His voice was pristine and emotional. I’d never get to experience it live. He died in 1997, young and still so much untapped.
He wasn’t the first artist I’d appreciated after their demise. I had listened the Beatles early in life and shuffled through Mom’s albums before Kindergarten, but because they were “old” to me, I never expected to see them. There were also three of them that toured and alive for so much of my life.
Buckley was the first time I felt mournful that I hadn’t experienced something, not because I couldn’t get a concert ticket or I’d be out of town, but it just could never be. Beyond that, once I’d purchased all his music, which there never seemed to be enough of, that was it. There would be no more waiting to get the new album at midnight at Tower Records (RIP) or anticipating his release dates in Rolling Stone. Continue reading