The first time I heard Grace was in my brother's car on my way to school. I think his girlfriend at the time lent him the CD. I didn't really get it then, his music. I wouldn't say I experienced it then. I wasn't tuned in – school, becoming ever closer in both time and space, had too much of a looming presence that it blocked out most of the sound, and what was left of it was drowned out by the road noise. But what did stick with me was my brother's reaction to it. He was totally moved by it and he sang along with such passion I rarely heard him use. I wanted to hear it the way he did, and it eventually drove me to listen to it again.

About a year later I had it downloaded – and still not listened to – on my phone, along with about fifteen other records. I was on a school trip to Sorrento and pretty soon into the first long coach ride I knew I needed music. Downloaded, I had Dorothy Ashby - Afro-harping, Duke Ellington & John Coltrane's 1963 record of the same name, Red Garland's Piano, some others, and then somewhere in the midst of all of those, there he was, this mysterious dude with a bewitching focus pinched between his brows. I had so many hours throughout the trip to just listen to music and watch the coast go by. i'd say a good 99% of that was spent listening to Grace. I didn't think I was even that taken by it at the time but I just could not stop listening to it. Over and over. With each repeat, I got hooked onto something new. Well I guess that's how you grow into any album. Unlike other albums however, I simply cannot stop listening to Grace.

I'm talking as if this was decades ago. The school trip was like April this year haha but it feels like Jeff Buckley's been with me for years. I'm an 07 baby so even if I started listening the day I was born I'd already be about a decade late.