Jeff Buckley; Photo: Marie Jerome

Singer-songwriter lionheart Jeff Buckley was only 30-years-young when he accidentally drowned mid-swim in the Wolf River near Memphis, Tennessee on this day in 1997. According to a roadie that was with him at the time, he dove in singing Led Zeppelin‘s “Whole Lotta Love.”

He was recording what would be his second album, having just wrapped up a demo session. And as Bonham-stomping of an unfortunate outro that is, his one finished album, Grace, was definitive enough of a mark on 90s rock alone, wrought with the evangelical talent of an operatic singer capable of boiling the threat of blues and the sentimental side of 60s and 70s classic rock pillars into one blissful, evaporated trip.

He’ll forever be remembered for his howling cover of Leonard Cohen‘s “Hallelujah.” But “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over,” is just as perfect a sip of the loud-soft elixir he cured a lot of people with. From the song’s third verse:

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no one