About a year ago, I was seeing a guy who my musical re-education upon himself. As a result, I could throw out any number of indie rockers of various prestige, popularity and pretension, but the point is somehow, this fellow skipped over Jeff Buckley.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago, when a friend and I were stumbling around the East Village and found a girl as lost as we were. Eventually we directed her to her final destination – Sin-E – before meeting up with our host/tour guide at Delancey Bar. He happened to be about a degree away from both Elliott Smith (who I love) and Jeff Buckley (who I as yet didn’t know) and told me about the latter’s disc, “Live at Sin-E.”

Jump to this week, when I finally got it together to listen to the disc. And although I’m trying to direct this post away from being a shameless plug, its incredibly difficult. I feel as though it would be silly to refer to “Live at Sin-E” as a virtual topography of his neighborhood but by gum, it is: the songs are as long as a leisurely stroll down some of the super long blocks, the lyrics themselves are familiar but original and at the end, you just feel at home. So yes, check it out.