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Reverse engineering. It happens a lot when discovering music. You pick up one piece only to find it fell out of somewhere else. Son Volt was my introduction to Uncle Tupelo. Briano Eno my introduction to Roxy Music. And in a connection slightly different (well, very different) from those, Jeff Buckley was my introduction to Tim Buckley.

The parallels in father and son’s life are eerie. Meteoric rises to success and tragic, young deaths. But Tim Buckley was dead long before I’d even heard of Jeff (and, sadly, so was Jeff), so approaching his music without precedent is impossible. I would be listening for Jeff in Tim – the dynamic vocal range, especially.

Happy Sad was Buckley’s third album and it was the first to truly expand upon the jazz leanings his music had been channeling from the beginning. It’s evident from track one, the beautiful “Strange Feelin’,” which evokes Miles Davis’ “All Blues” in its opening guitar progression. Even if at first it’s Buckley’s haunting voice that takes over – his quaver is downright mesmerizing at points – the instrumentation is just as vital. The song never leaves the opening theme, letting it morph and mold itself over the course of the seven and a half minutes. At one point it turns into a bluesy vamp, only to come back to earth as a continuation of its opening jazz moments. The modal jazz themes return on the second side’s first song, “Dream Letter.” One of the album’s most beautiful moments, the song is Buckley’s apologetic ode to his ex-wife and first son, Jeff. “Oh, what I wouldn’t give to hold him,” Buckley pines over the song’s closing murmur of vibes and guitar. Paired with the album’s opening track, it makes for a dynamic opening to the album’s second half.

Which brings us to something about this record that isn’t unique for itself nor for its time period, but has become more unique over the years: the number of tracks. There are only six songs on this album. Granted, the whole thing clocks in at just shy of 45 minutes, which answers our question in one way – that was roughly the storage capacity for a 33 1/3 LP. Any more songs and this would’ve become a double album. But anyone who is only putting six songs on an album isn’t exactly someone who’s shooting for the singles chart. Happy Sad is the type of album that has to be absorbed, experienced and re-experienced.

The two long-form songs on the album, “Gypsy Woman” and “Love from Room 109 at the Islander (On Pacific Coast Highway),” despite their 10+ minutes each, are as dissimilar as any other two songs on the album. The former is a slowly building rave that turns into a jam session by half way through its running time. The latter is almost like a classical piece, built in parts that recall the overall jazz and folk themes that collide repeatedly across the album. Suffused with the sound of waves crashing, as a lead-in to the second side’s “Dream Letter,” it’s a stirring painting of a man finding a surprise and unexpected love, only to echo the past loves and their results. At times, especially nearly 40 years after, Buckley’s lyrics can seem rather dated in their phrasing. But considering his voice as simply another instrument, it is a remarkable piece of the puzzle.

The album closes with the short “Sing a Song For You.” A simple, plaintive plea for inner peace, it’s a neat summary to the album’s languishing explorations of love and lost. There are no guarantees if, like me, you come to Tim Buckley by way of his son, that you will like his music. I’ve owned this album for going on seven years and, honestly, I’m just now getting around to absorbing and understanding it. But there are calling cards here – modal jazz, folk stories – that allow space for exploration. Much like its obvious influence, Kind of Blue, it’s a record that rewards repeat, deep listens. – j. neas

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10 Responses to “Tim Buckley :: Happy Sad (1969)”

  1. nice one j. great post.
    hey justin, did you see the post i did a long time ago of jeff covering tim’s songs in 1991 at that tribute concert in St. Ann’s Church in NY?
    http://fuelfriends.blogspot.com/2006/07/jeff-buckley-channels-his-father-st.html

    no tunes from Happy Sad, but some awesome, chill-inducing moments.

  2. I reverse-engineered to Tim Buckley, too, but it was via “Song of the Siren” by This Mortal Coil back in the early 80s. Needless to say, that track also took me straight to his wildest, more far out period (Starsailor). It was a couple more LPs before I got to Happy Sad.

    One of the most glorious voices in pop, along with his son’s.

  3. Have you heard the live album Dream Letter? Amazing double from London heyday, highly recommend

  4. Wilco –> Son Volt –> Uncle Tupelo.

    That’s lateral engineering I guess.

    And there might have been a girl involved in the Son Volt thing.

    Anyway, it’s always back to Wilo — and Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah.

  5. I still prefer Tim Hardin. Better lyrics, nicer melodies, softer voice, more swing. A kind of male Billie Holiday with killer songs.

  6. great album. great review. very true how it creeps in slowly. this and hello and goodbye can suit any situation. the oop album, starsailor, is a real treat worth the search.

    i agree that tim hardin is great, but i wouldn’t compare the two really. just because they’re tims?

  7. the first time I (consciously) remember listening to this album in full it rained all day long and somehow provided the perfect backdrop for the experience.

  8. I’ve owned this album since it first came out. It is one of the mainstays of my collection. I followed Tim Buckley’s albums until his early end and this is one of the ones that will always haunt me.

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  10. There are a number of people I know who think Buzzin’ Fly is the best song ever written. Beautiful poetry put to gorgeous music. There are also those who think Tim was the most talented and most overlooked musician of our times. And yes, I’m a part of both of those groups.

    One difference between Tim B and Tim H (and yes, I think they are comparable, not because their names are Tim but because they were both folkies who came out at about the same time) is that TB never stopped experimenting and growing; TH never really changed. Huge difference.

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