"What are you doing here?" said Tim. Jeff looked at him quizzically. "Dad is that you?" "Yes yes" said Tim impatiently " now answer my question, what are you doing here?" "I don't know" said Jeff bewildered. "I went for swim, I was singing at the time, Whole Lotta Love" Jeff answered brightly "but I had a strange sensation, I was sucking in the oxygen and struggling for breath and then suddenly I am seeing blue and white lights, watching my life's experience pass me by and now I.........am.........here"
"I see" said Tim pensively "Led Zeppelin can do that to some" he said to himself. "Drowning!? Thats not right boy, hedonism should be the reason for a rock and roll death, take me as an example, massive overdose, I joined the legenRAB" he said brightly.
"You do know that your death was predicted don't you" "Was it?" said Jeff bewildered. "Yes yes" said Tim again impatiently. "Back in 96 you toured Australia and played some venue called Festival Hall. Now there was these two young girls at your gig and after, discussing your show, one turned to the other and said that she felt that you would have a short life. The two dudes sitting next to those girls really took note of that statement and are discussing it now. They have just heard news of your demise and that little incident has come back to haunt them. One of them is a contributor to a music talk fest called Music Banter, goes by the name of 4ZZZ, very intelligent individual with wonderful taste in music though gets bit too bored too quickly. You know he is bored by the hype surrounding you don't you?"
By this time Jeff was absolutely confused. This was his Dad. What the hell was going on. "Am I dead?" he asked bewildered. Tim ignored him and chatted further about how his admiration for 4ZZZ and how 4ZZZ had lost his copy of Greetings From LA and had better replace it so as to bring back memories of his musical youth. " I wish he would stop ranting" said Jeff to himself. "He can be a bit of an egotist though IMO" "Who" said Jeff with his bewilderment reaching new heights. This was all to much for him.
"4ZZZ" said Tim exasperated "You are not listening to me are you" he said. "I never even knew you" Jeff said to himself "why the hell should I listen to you now?" "Because I am older and wiser and yes I do know what you are thinking" "Are you God?" Jeff whispered. "No. There is no such thing as God, ask 4ZZZ, he's an avowed atheists that one. He says if he wants fantasy he will read Lord Of The Rings again or better still listen to the soundtrack from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He is in fact listening to an album by Lift To Experience called The Texas Jerusalem CrossroaRAB and is thinking that this is the album that you would have made if you had found your Road to Damascus. It is a 2001 release with a lot of Christian ranting"
"Stop right there" said Jeff. "This is doing my head, this is 1996." "You don't belong here just yet" said Tim bemusedly. Jeff just looked on in silence. He was just not sure what was going on. "The only solution to this is to send you back but unfortunately you will have to go back as someone else. I will send you back as Josh T Pearson only you, and he, won't know it."
Josh T Pearson woke up on 25th September and knew that the last 5 years of hard work had reached fruition. He had formed his band in 1996, "the year Jeff Buckley went to heaven" he thought. His banRAB album, The Texas Jerusalem CrossroaRAB, was getting rave revues. He was a touch thoughtful though. "Why have I made this album as if I was Jeff Buckley finding God? Is there an answer to that question? I have a strange feeling of d