send whips of opinion down my back, give me more.

so, it seems a movie about jeff buckley is in the process of being made. i was writing an email to a long-distance friend when thoughts of this came bubbling up, after i’d forgotten about it for a while. i’m not exactly looking forward to the day when the thing is finished and playing in theaters.

jeff’s mother, mary guibert, posted a message on the internet a while back, in which she talks all about how this is going to be done to jeff’s high standards, with oodles of artistic integrity. she’s found an amazing director who’s working on talking to all the people who knew jeff, and she’s going to make sure to capture his essence in the script. that’s all well and good, but answer me this: can you really capture who a person was in a two hour film, with an actor attempting to impersonate them? can you condense almost thirty years of life into a hundred and twenty minutes or so? i don’t think so.

the whole concept of the bio-pic has always rubbed me the wrong way, and i feel it’s very rarely done well. often an actor is chosen not because they can embody the character they’re playing, but because of how much they resemble them physically. “he looks like that dead guy he’s playing, so people will automatically accept him in the role!” and people win oscars for this bullshit, because we do accept it.

we accept conversations that never actually took place but are dreamed up to pad out the film and make it play like a MOVIE, because it’s not like it’s supposed to be about a person’s LIFE or anything. we get a very selective view of who the subject of the film supposedly was, or rather someone else’s idea of who they were. we get hackneyed explanations for why they became who they were and did what they did.

“hey, his brother died when he was young and he couldn’t save his life, so that automatically explains all of the pain and depression he ever felt in the years that followed. let’s come back to that in an artsy flashback when he’s overdosing on amphetamines later in the movie, for dramatic anvil effect, and have the actor show off his method acting skills by degenerating into a sobbing mess.” there’s an oscar right there.

“let’s focus on only one of the women in his life when there were really about seventeen of them, and make her the heroine of the story whose love ultimately redeems and saves him.” there you have the love story of the year, or at least a movie that will be billed as such, and audiences will eat it up. a shoe-in come oscar time. a heart-warming, audience-pleasing pile of steaming shit is born! hallelujah!

why watch actual footage of someone being themselves, talking as themselves, performing as themselves, when we can watch some pretty hollywood actor imitating them and lip-syncing to the songs? why would we want to watch a living, breathing human being when we can instead watch a cloying, sugar-coated, big budget hollywood (or, alternately, a gritty, artistic, low-budget indie) condensation and approximation of what someone thinks an audience wants to see, maybe capturing a decimal of a percent of who the person really was in life?

the answer, quite simply: MONEY.

when you’re dead, a movie about your life isn’t really going to do you much good. maybe wherever you are, whoever is with you, someone will say, “hey, man…they made a movie about your life back in the land of the living. you wanna see it?” and then you can be horrified by the abysmal mess they made, trying to explain you when no one could ever really know what you thought, felt, believed, or anything that went on inside your mind, because no one can ever really, completely know another person, ever. and there’s nothing you can do to set the record straight, because…you know…you’re dead.

as cool as it would be to rise from the grave and scare the shit out of people, demanding that they burn the film and all materials used to create it, that just isn’t an option. all you can do is hope people will continue to find out about the work you did while you were alive on their own, form their own personal connections with it, and maybe catch a few fleeting glimpses of the real you in the process.

by the same token, why release all the best of the unreleased material jeff recorded when you can let a little bit of it trickle out, one release at a time? because you make more money that way! people have to keep ponying up, buying every reissue and remaster that comes out for four “freshly unearthed” unreleased tracks, or a bonus dvd with eight minutes of “never before seen in this particular configuration” footage.

sure, you can make the argument that you’re only releasing the very best of the unheard/unseen material, to honour the wishes of the deceased. but he’s dead. he can’t tell you what he wanted people to hear. either shit, or get off the pot.

some of the very best things jeff did that weren’t released will probably never be made available commercially in any form. here’s one example — a collaboration with elizabeth fraser of the cocteau twins that i read about but never thought i would get to hear in my lifetime.

all flowers in time bend towards the sun

two of the sexiest voices in music working together. now, is it just me, or does that completely slay everything on the posthumous songs to no one compilation? and do you think jeff really wanted people to hear early recordings that he thought so little of, he wrote “disgusto garbage” on the tapes? no. but people will keep buying this stuff, because it’s jeff buckley music they haven’t heard, and people who aren’t jeff will make more money than he ever did while he was alive.

it’s like nick drake and the volkswagon commercial all over again, but that’s even worse. “he suffered from crippling depression, in large part because he wasn’t even remotely commercially successful in his lifetime, and that directly contributed to his death, which may or may not have been a suicide. hey…now that he’s been dead for about thirty years and people are starting to get into his music, let’s put ‘pink moon’ in a commercial and make a shitload of money off of him!”

in a few years there will probably be a three-cd “special edition” reissue of (sketches for) my sweetheart the drunk, remastered even though it was already mastered as loud as any cd that’s out today when it was first released, with four previously unreleased four-track recordings that have been available on bootlegs for years (but they’ll be “cleaned up” to sound better), a special leather-bound book with selected diary entries, and a special jeff buckley guitar pick you can wear around your neck…all for the low price of $129! what a steal!

i love jeff’s music, and would even be tempted to buy such a thing regardless of my contempt for the process and execution (because that was the album that got me into jeff in the first place all those years ago). but this kind of garbage is just disgusting to me. there’s a great bootleg of a show jeff did at CBGB with just a rhythm section behind him. i think it was one of the only times he ever played “forget her” live, and he also played “corpus christi carol”. it sounds fantastic, with good stereo separation. with a little tasteful remastering, it could sound like any professionally recorded live album released today. of course, it’ll never be released commercially, because it probably wouldn’t make as much money as a hyped-up reissue of an album people already own.

i guess i should make sure i entrust my “musical legacy” to someone i can actually trust. not that i’ll ever achieve any amount of commercial success or recognition. but let’s say i did, hypothetically, for the sake of this argument. i have about two hundred cassette tapes of songs recorded when i was in the process of developing my lack of musical skill. over the course of those tapes you can hear me start to figure out what i’m doing while improvising songs, and then honing and refining my “musical voice”, or whatever you want to call it. they’re long tapes. some of them run for two hours, packed with songs. there are literally thousands of original songs there that no one has ever heard. in addition to that, there are many cds i’ve recorded more professionally that no one has ever heard.

if i were a somewhat successful musical artist, after i died all of these things would be a goldmine for whoever was left in charge of my estate. they could put out all of this early work a piece at a time, remaster and repackage it, have some musical scholar write the liner notes explaining how, in “asses in a world of testicles”, you can hear me developing the twisted sexual bent a lot of my lyrics would take later on, and honing my craft, and check out the diminished chords in the chorus! what a groundbreaking move! it tells you so much about my personality! and you would pay a ridiculous amount of money for music i was making for fun with my dad before i hit puberty, that was never intended to be commercially released.

i’m sure a lot of people have a lot of different thoughts and feelings about this sort of thing, but my line of thinking is this: make EVERYTHING available for everyone to hear, for free, or for a fee so nominal it barely even registers. or just don’t share any of the things that the artist didn’t deem worthy of release in their lifetime, and leave it at that, however slim their musical legacy may be. of course, neither one of those things will ever happen, because money is always behind all of these decisions. but it would be nice if, for once, it was about the music and what the artist wanted to do with it, instead of being about people who had nothing to do with its creation getting rich off of someone who’s no longer in a position to do anything about it.

now, if they made a movie about tim buckley and messed with his legacy, i would buy some automatic weaponry and kill everyone involved. fortunately for me, tim will never become a household name or financially viable enough to justify the bio-pic treatment, because he was too restless and did something that you should never do as an artist if you want to make money and build/keep a large following — he evolved and experimented throughout his entire career. the horror!

i could go on and on, but this is probably a good place to stop. bitter ranting is fun, man. sure, you can make the argument that a movie about someone like jeff will introduce a whole new generation to his music, and that’s great. but would he really want a movie made about him? somehow i don’t think so. i guess at a certain point (i.e. when you cease to live), it stops being about what the artist would want, and becomes more about what will generate revenue. i’d sooner buy a few hundred copies of grace and give them to random people than support a movie that purports to be an exploration of the life and art of someone whose work and essence could never be properly encapsulated in such a thing. but that’s just me. and what do i know? maybe the movie will actually be decent, assuming it ever gets made.

shake it.

3 comments

  1. No, it’s not just you and that does slay everything on Songs to No-one. I avoided buying that for ages until I saw it in the bargain bin and bought it for the sake of completion. Too bad, worse for Jeff since I’m sure he wouldn’t have allowed its release if he was alive.

    Do you think Elizabeth cracking up at the end is about Jeff’s singing, or is there something else going on there? I can’t help but imagine him parading about the studio during those last few phrases, putting on some kind of obscene display for her benefit – she sounds like a pretty tough chick, not the kind to go to jelly so easily as that.

    Funny how Jeff does the higher harmonies – like Tim did with “I Knew I’d Recognise Your Face”, only I have to admit in this instance I like Jeff’s song a lot more!

  2. i think they had a romantic relationship for a brief time, so her laughing at the end might have something to do with that…though i like the image of jeff doing something crazy for her amusement. i’ve always liked little things like that in songs—banter and laughter and things that kind of break the wall. for some reason i can’t think of any other example offhand aside from ringo screaming “I’VE GOT BLISTERS ON ME FINGERS!” at the end of “helter skelter”. and i like how jeff does the high harmonies too. i think my favourite part of the song is that high spiralling bit he does at the end just before she laughs. i just can’t figure out why this song hasn’t come out on a cd…it should at least be on a compilation or something. it doesn’t sound like a rough bootleg at all. and i don’t think i’ve ever listened to that duet track of tim’s…i should probably pull out “sefronia” for another listen. i kind of skipped past half the songs on that one because i found the songs that sounded watered-down kind of depressing, knowing what tim was capable of. i have to admit that i kind of like “peanut man”, though. it’s silly fun. “rum and coca cola…”

  3. Yep, that is one of the more depressing songs on Sefronia in my opinion. Peanut Man and the other up-tempo ones are fine, he was pretty damn good at that funky sound even though I prefer his earlier folk/jazz sound.

    For me, Tim’s live Honeyman album sums up that later period so well (and sounds really good), which makes me suspect he didn’t have much creative control over the studio albums from that time.

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