Credit: n/aThough Jeff Buckley claimed to have only met his father once before the singer/songwriter predecessor passed from a heroin overdose in 1975 on this day a year out of the 27 Club, Jeff just nine-years-old at the time, Tim Buckley was an enormously influence on his son’s lionheart trajectory, and was a similarly overlooked talent in his heyday, morphing from a Tom Jones-ish R&B sex figure into psych-folk guru in short order. Listen to 1969′s “Gypsy Woman,” the father-son tension and release similarities will creep up your spine something fierce. Though let’s take a minute to revisit Tim’s lounge balladry on “Sweet Surrender,” that he would come back to in sultry fashion back on 1972′s Greetings from L.A., the infamous Robert Christgau calling the style “rock pornography” upon its release. That gift for tension weaving is at one of its thickest points, here, Tim fornicating with a jangly guitar shake and definitive bittersweet foreshadowing like so:

 

If we could just surrender
Love would heal the mess we’ve made