My skull changes shape . . . the bones bend

I try to make my music joyful — it makes me joyful — to feel that music soar through the body. It changes your posture, you raise your chin, throw back your shoulders, walk with a swagger. When I sing, my face changes shape. It feels like my skull changes shape . . . the bones bend. “Grace” and “Eternal Life” are about the joy that music gives — the, probably illusory, feeling of being able to do anything. Sex is like that . You become utterly consumed by the moment. Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty — you think of nothing for that second. That’s why it’s so compelling — it’s a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void — you have nothing in your head save white light. Nothing save white light and “Yes!” — which is fantastic. Just knowing “Yes.”

— Jeff Buckley

[Quote pulled from Shana Goldin-Perschbacher’s essay “Not with You But of You”]

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