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  • The first time I heard this song, I was living in Ghent, a neighborhood in Norfolk, Virginia.

    A band, This Mortal Coil, covered it. Years after that, I heard the original by Tim Buckley, father of Jeff Buckley. This song has always had a haunting sweetness to it for me, something I find myself relating to on a number of levels: living by the ocean early in life, falling in love with women who "pushed away, pulled me back" and doing the same in return, at times.

    Tim Buckley passed away at 28, from a heroin overdose after being clean from it for a tour. His son, Jeff, died at 30, died from drowning in the Wolf River in Memphis. Both men had an otherworldly nature, musically mercurial and deeply devoted to songs about love, especially the elusive kind.

    Last year, I recorded a version of the song. Right now, it's something to listen to for the sake of remembering that we're all mortal beings, hoping to find something to hold onto that won't just swim away on a whim.
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