Hard to believe. While many would know him better as Jeff Buckley’s father, Tim proved a truly amazing artist in his own right. From folk to psychedelic to jazz to avant garde to funk, Tim marched to his beat, labels and casual audiences be damned. While I can’t say I like everything he put out, his career proves an intriguing journey of its own. Some records are quite accessible such as Goodbye And Hello, and some are quite challenging such as Starsailor. But with both alongside Happy Sad and Blue Afternoon, Tim’s records gradually reveal themselves and the depths come more to focus as time moves forward. A talented and versatile vocalist, Tim could stretch his voice as though yet another instrument in the ensemble. He could bend and twist it while going toe to toe alongside some truly accomplished players. His writing painted a surreal portrayal of the madness and confusion of his time. But beyond just being a technically gifted performer, he could just tear your heart with his voice, and I can only imagine what seeing “Song To The Siren” on The Monkees show was like for youngsters ready to enjoy another bit of wacky escapism. The studio version isn’t bad necessarily, but it does seem somewhat overdone. But the version on the Monkees, “Take 7” as it’s been known, it’s just so beautifully haunting, just so naked in its emotion. This Mortal Coil did a great job with it, and many others have covered it, but Take 7 is the go to version for me. The image of drifting oceans, this lone man holding out for his love and hoping to have that peace and feel whole again, Tim’s voice and 12-String capturing the loneliness and anguish in a way that no other version has ever. It’s truly lightning in a bottle. In a fair world, Tim would be more known, but even what he did manage to do is still astounding. Thank you Tim for all you gave us, and may you and Jeff Rest In Peace.