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Leonard Cohen, live at the Fox Theatre
Oct. 21st, 2009 09:58 amJust one of those things. In town for a couple of days this week for my birthday, I was planning on visiting friends and going to my aunt's for a cooking lesson. Sudddnely she calls and says Todd has 2 tickets to Leonard Cohen tonight. At the Fox. Did I want them?
The tickets weren't cheap, but they weren't cripplingly expensive either. With all the restraint I can muster, ask the man, giving him the opportunity to nay say if I'm too excited to think about finances. "Nah, we can do it. Happy Birthday!" Really? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Really?
( On the Dead Art of Overdressing )
He was--sublime. Beyond. I've sometimes had the feeling at a concert that I got more out of the recordings than I was getting at the live performance: here I felt --how can I put this?-- that every song he sang was having its cumulative effect in a single delivery.
He looked wonderful. I saw him on talk shows a few years ago and he had a distinguished weight. Now he is thin, but rather than the decrepitude of an aging man he seemed rejuvenated, lively, a slender figure in a black suit who knelt on the Oriental carpets to sing like a supplicant or a monk, who ran on stage eager to perform, and literally danced off again, tangoing with himself, a graceful man in a fedora he took off again and again to his band and his audience. His show was like all my experiences listening to him in a single night.
Still glowing.
The tickets weren't cheap, but they weren't cripplingly expensive either. With all the restraint I can muster, ask the man, giving him the opportunity to nay say if I'm too excited to think about finances. "Nah, we can do it. Happy Birthday!" Really? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Really?
( On the Dead Art of Overdressing )
He was--sublime. Beyond. I've sometimes had the feeling at a concert that I got more out of the recordings than I was getting at the live performance: here I felt --how can I put this?-- that every song he sang was having its cumulative effect in a single delivery.
He looked wonderful. I saw him on talk shows a few years ago and he had a distinguished weight. Now he is thin, but rather than the decrepitude of an aging man he seemed rejuvenated, lively, a slender figure in a black suit who knelt on the Oriental carpets to sing like a supplicant or a monk, who ran on stage eager to perform, and literally danced off again, tangoing with himself, a graceful man in a fedora he took off again and again to his band and his audience. His show was like all my experiences listening to him in a single night.
Still glowing.
