🖤I have a white boy who loves me🖤

Did some digging on Ebay and was able to find the original listing.

Jeff Buckley as “Sweat Boy” 😅

Credit to @jeffbuckleycollector on Insta as he owns the Polaroid.

I wonder what the story behind this image is and I'm crying!! Where was this taken and who took it! waaaaaaah!

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremony: January 12, 1995 in NYC:

Cool indeed was the speech given by Lou Reed to induct Frank Zappa. Reed, speaking in a measured, respectful tone, trashed the long-circulating myths about how the Velvet Underground were sworn enemies of Zappa and the Mothers of Invention back in the ’60s. Representing Zappa was his daughter Moon, who gave a halting but emotional speech, often holding back tears. As she composed herself backstage, a weeping man swooped down on her. “Call security,” someone whispered before it was determined that it was Jeff Buckley, overcome by her speech. Later, Moon said of her father: “He was the truest person I’ve ever known. And he completely walked his talk. Very authentic. I’ll tell you, it makes dating very difficult.”-rollingstone.com, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame ’95

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Around the time of the "Last Goodbye" shoot, he scored a ticket to the ritzy Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction night, the annual $2,000-and-upwards a plate affair held in the Grand Ballroom of New York's Waldorf Astoria Hotel, an event which traditionally attracts the great and good of the Rick industry, everyone from past and present record company presidents to genuine superstars. On this particular night, January 12, 1995, Frank Zappa-whom Buckley had idolized all those years ago in LA-was a posthumous inductee. Moon Unit Zappa, with whom Buckley had become quite close, was there to accept the award on her father's behalf. Danny Fields, meanwhile, had volunteered to help out; his main role was running the backstage press conference, "telling people to shut up, that kind of thing," he laughed. Fields was required to walk between the stage and the main VIP table, where Jann Wenner, the editor and publisher of Rolling Stone, and Seymour Stein, the Hall of Fame's then president, held court. "I was running back and forth and saw a flash of pink," Fields recalled, "and it was Jeffy, he was sitting at Seymour's table, wearing a shocking pink Steven Sprouse jacket. I put my hand on Seymour's shoulder and told him how lucky he was to have Jeff Buckley at his table, and I asked what he was doing there. Seymour was the head of Elektra at the time, and he said: 'he's my artist.' " Fields was confused: Tim Buckley was on Elektra, not Jeff. When Fields disputed this, Stein replied: "Oh, he's like my artist." Just as Fields moved away from the table, Buckley spotted him and called out his name. He stopped in his tracks. "So Jeffy gets up in this pink jacket that you could see across the river, runs between the VIP tables, puts his arms around me and in front of 4000 people plants a smacker on my lips. On the mouth! And he wouldn't let me go. We were standing there, locked in a kiss in front of the whole music business," Fields said, laughing wildly. "There were gasps. I mean, that's Danny Fields, and he's kissing Jeff Buckley in front of everybody in the music business. And I thought, 'Fuck you all-this is what I do.' And I hope you notice that he kissed me. I did dine out on it for a while." Later that night, Fields saw Buckley again, this time in a teary embrace with Moon Unit Zappa backstage, after her acceptance speech. "They just sobbed and cried in each other's arms. I thought it was so touching."-from A Pure Drop

Read the transcript of the letter Jeff wrote to Rolling Stone about this night on my blog here:

Picture of Jeff with Amanda Wilde shared by Mercedes on IG. Thank you Mercedes!

Jeff at Seattle's KCMU and when he performed at Cafe Paradiso on January 16, 1994