starsailor raze it was one of those special places the internet has no room for anymore. a yahoo group for fans of tim buckley's music. i was a terrified teenager when i found my way there, in love with everything i was sure i stood to lose. i guessed that tim was playing electric guitar on "monterey" in lee underwood's stead, contrary to what the album liner_notes said. lee himself told me i was right. dave joked that he wanted to introduce me to his daughter after i lost my mind over the "lion's share" bootleg. sal sent me the contemporaneous review he wrote of a gig tim played opening for frank_zappa. he was in the audience that night. marc remembered the troubled roommate who would fall asleep listening to big star's "third" and made me laugh when he imagined someone with awful fake sideburns miming to "i never asked to be your mountain" in a future biopic. jessica's exclamation points always felt like hugs somehow. john made me a vhs tape stuffed with all the known footage there was of tim at the time, years before the "my fleeting house" dvd was a dream in anyone's head. i blasted the "sefronia" demos while reading a blog that belonged to someone i would never know even after she became something of a friend a decade down the road, convinced that was tim again strumming his plugged-in twelve-string, and not joe falsia. i asked lee what he thought. he said he'd have to take a listen. it's digital dust now. every word of it. but i can still see the spectral architecture of what once was, with that beautiful, broken man's smiling face at the summit of it all. 250913 what's it to you? who go blather from