Traffic sucks, so why not start your morning off with some music? You provide the toast and we'll provide the jams.

Jeff Buckley died this week in 1997. It was a peculiar death. He didn't overdose or crash a car. He wasn't shot by a jealous lover. He went for a swim, got caught in the wake of a boat, and never came back up for air.

Listening to Buckley yesterday it's impressive how great his music still sounds. Lyrically, it's rarely complex, but few singers have ever had the vocal vocabulary Buckley did. It's why he was able to make the best version of Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah.'

Whereas Cohen's version comes out as a treatise, almost philosophical, Buckley manages to channel the pain, the lust, the wanting, and the holiness of those words. But I've alreay done that as a TJ, so enjoy this instead.