In 2026, Jeff Buckley would have been 60 years old. He would undoubtedly have released several albums. Perhaps he would have retired from the pop-rock scene to pursue more experimental music.
Or perhaps he would have stopped composing. We will never know. Jeff Buckley disappeared as quietly as he appeared, like his breath at the beginning of his famous cover of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah.
Buckley perfectly embodies the vibrant period of the 1990s, marked by the first signs of rejection of a world consumed by excess. In the few interviews he gave to the media at the time, his deep desire to preserve his authenticity and spontaneity and to be able to pursue his quest for sound and meaning, far from the laws of the market, was evident.
