The postal fairies delivered Jeff Buckley's "Live at Sin-e" yesterday. Now I've got Grace, Sketches, L'OLympia and Mystery White Boy (that well known firm of London Theatrical agents) but have never heard his early/embryonic stuff.

So, on the drive home, put it on. CD1, first track is called "Be Your Husband", a solo acapella blues accompanied by just his own handclaps and footstamps. Awesome. I'd forgotten just how good his voice could be. The Grace songs all sound pretty good too, although there is an element of mentally adding your own backing track as you listen to them.

Now imagine you were there in that caff, supping away at your skinny latte, chomping your blueberry muffin, and this kid stood up and started to play. Would you think "Jeez, this guy is amazing" or "Pretentious pillock". Did they spot his blossoming greatness?

Amazingly talented and sadly departed too early but how close did he come to missing out completely?

I'm sure the pubs and clubs are overflowing with artistes who should have been contenders but the fickle finger of fate pointed at the gurning loon next to them and put him in Take That (delete and replace as you think fit).