Tag Archives: Leonard Cohen

Podcast alert

Now that you’ve read all the raves about Leonard Cohen’s show at the Beacon Theatre in Manhattan, download here and listen to what everybody’s been shouting about.

Fans of the late singer-songwriter John Martyn should check out this tribute on Mike Harding’s BBC 2 show.

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Blue Monday (Hallelujah edition)

No, I wasn’t at Leonard Cohen’s show at the Beacon. No, I’m not happy about that fact, even though tickets vanished faster than some of the more exotic subatomic particles, and the ones remaining were being scalped at prices that would have appalled a Pentagon contractor, and there was no earthly possibility of getting comped unless you were connected to the people who were connected to the people who were connected to the people. So I missed what was probably my last chance to see the man himself doing his songs, himself.

Oh well. The upside is that while my respect for Leonard Cohen’s songwriting knows no bounds, this respect does not extend very far for his singing. To put it in terms Cohen himself might appreciate: if, when Ophelia threw herself into that body of water, there had been a bullfrog sitting on a lily-pad in that body of water, and if the frog had been inclined to sing a song about what was going on, that bullfrog probably would have sounded exactly like Leonard Cohen. It would have been a great song, no doubt, but still — a bullfrog, you know?

A case in point is “Hallelujah,” performed here by Cohen himself in his usual sing-speak mode:

Now here’s Jeff Buckley’s rapturously beautiful version, my favorite:

Leonard Cohen is God’s gift to singers because the lyrics and the song structures are all in place, just waiting for someone with a voice to complete the picture. Here’s K.D. Lang doing her own version:

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He wasn’t her man

Sean Michaels went to see Leonard Cohen perform in Montreal during the man’s current tour. Not only did he love the show, he found it stirred up some interesting memories:

Leonard lives in Montreal, off boulevard St-Laurent, near Bagels Etc. Apparently, he gets an orange juice there on many mornings. People see him on the street in his little coat and little hat, or on a bench in the park. One of A.’s friends met Leonard in the park and they talked and they hung out and eventually Leonard sort of suggested she go home with him. She said no. It must be strange being Leonard, and also it must be strange being a pretty girl.

Oh indeed, as Omar would say.

One of the other benefits of reading the piece is the insider dope: after umpteen years of listening to the song, only now do I discover that “So Long, Marianne” is about a street, not a woman.

Is Cohen going to be appearing in the New York area? I so want a couple of tickets.

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