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A State of Grace: The Music of Tim and Jeff Buckley

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Tim and Jeff Buckley’s legacy has inspired generations of musicians and listeners. The world premiere event A State of Grace celebrates their brilliant, complicated lives and music, bringing together six peerless singers — and musicians with an intimate understanding of the music of the Buckleys — teamed with images and stories. It is a moving, definitive portrait of two of the most beloved voices in rock, overseen by Gary Lucas, the legendary New York guitarist / composer who worked closely with Jeff, co-writing the immortal songs ‘Grace’ and ‘Mojo Pin’. “The music of Jeff and Tim Buckley is timeless and gracefully transcendental,” said Lucas, who sees this project as the culmination of his association with Jeff Buckley. “It lives forever in the hearts of those who have been touched by it. And it will continue to reverberate around the globe and seduce new listeners.”


Tim and Jeff’s music becomes a point of departure for an evening of soul-stirring reinterpretation and exploration in this trailblazing event. Assembled onstage to recapture the magic of Tim and Jeff Buckley’s songs are musicians with the depth, breadth and empathy to do them justice: Martha Wainwright, Casper Clausen (of Efterklang), Willy Mason, Camille O’Sullivan, Steve Kilbey (The Church) and Cold Specks, with Gary Lucas as musical director, backed by his renowned New York ensemble Gods and Monsters.


PERFORMANCE DATES


Wednesday 23 September 2015
Melbourne Recital Centre
Melbourne Victoria
www.melbournerecital.com.au
Box office: 03 9699 3333


Friday 25 and Saturday 26 September 2015
QPAC Concert Hall
Brisbane Queensland
www.brisbanefestival.com.au
Box office: 136 246


Sunday 27 September 2015
Enmore Theatre
Sydney New South Wales
www.enmoretheatre.com.au
Box office: 13 28 49


Tuesday 29 September 2015
Melbourne Recital Centre
Melbourne Victoria
www.melbournerecital.com.au
Box office: 03 9699 3333


Tickets on sale 9am Friday 5 June 2015
For more information and all ticketing information please visit www.astateofgracelive.com


Produced by Gaynor Crawford and Kirsten Siddle
Commissioned by Melbourne Recital Centre through the support of the Hugh Williamson Foundation Creative Production Fund.


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posted on June 28, 2015 at 10:46 am
maybe i'm a mage

maybe i’m a mage

it was the first line of the first return

the sky had already received a five star review

in the great cities of europe and the americas

the magician and his assistant wife

the cafes du lait with creamy walls

the old aerodromes a carafe of fresh orange juice

all possible places at once are imposed upon each other

all these cities in one city

all these rooms in one room

all these stories in one story

all these words in one word :

imagine

bizarre and random life in the sun

you are old and young with your rippling reflection

you are no man or woman

you are a character

you live so this thing i write on you may exist

sitting at this table guzzling sangria with you inside your new skin

under these palm lined boulevards in endless dusk

lost into the alleys of brighton and paris which stink of piss

unafraid on some hillside i stroll confidently through the slums

i do deals with the beggars who fool me over and over

later i order expensive meals i cannot ever pay for

overlooking the gorges the rivers the cathedrals

the birdseye gaze of a madman as he drifts out of his world

throw open the doors to the weeks to come

old fisherman repeating the 1000 names of maria mother of god

the candles splutter on in warm dark of another church

some dashing waiter like a b grade zorro against vista panoramica

a guy shows up in a building to read the meters

a ruined garden of frenzied gardenias

estates in decline with doors for windows

conesuela sits on her train going endlessly to the beach

almost never arriving where the castles hit the shore

and one million mixed up casanovas in casinos and bars

their phones are full of distant voices they hear from as within a haze

we cannot approach their lives

with certainty they face the same day after day after day

in the swirling turmoil of the stage i have lost my locus

in the spells and all the tinkling little bells

as the lights flash and change the faces

in the bolted lightning struck lake villa nova

in white verse the poet bangs out his poem

coffee and hash and the orient as always and as ever

the world is snatched away for him

in germany for afternoons of grey sky peaceful suburbs

my wander down the streets of closed saturday evening shops

the epic work always beyond your meagre reach

you meet people outside your magic shows

you shake their hands although it was a hundred years ago

the peasants and nobleman all accept you now

many by their arrogance have ignored gods admonitions

the famous rivers cut across the famous places

the many friends we once had…where are they now?

in some pastelaria i dangle little estevao on my knee

in my old black clothes and my busted wand

i still struggle to understand all the small gold coins in my hand

at home conesuela lies in bed all day dreaming of her train

the atlantic beach the neglected sea calmly awaits her arrival

another blue day dawns and the foreign birds sing

the washing fades away on the lines

at another cafe at another monument

the cold beer flows and the touristas all gawk

which ever way i walk

i hardly ever find my way home

 

 

 

 

 

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