I once ran into Cohen in a diner off of Santa Monica Blvd, which the name of the place I can't remember, but he was with a woman, and the whole landscape yelled out "This is Leonard Cohen World." Great piece, thanks!
This is so good. Simply wonderful writing. I had similar encounters with Ray Bradbury after first meeting him when my old friend, F. Murray Abraham, was in a production of Bradbury's, The Wonderful Ice Cream Suit at the Coronet Theater. I would see him, usually in tennis clothes, at small markets and such, all over town. Always kind, and always pristine tennis whites.
I met LC a couple of times. Once in the Pantheon offices around the time Stranger Music was published, and then again at Ecco when Book of Longing was in the works. During the second meeting, I remember being surprised by how small he was, but impressed that he’d brought along a beautiful young woman from his band, whom I think he was sort of promoting, à la Prince and one of his ingénues. He had such an aura in those meetings that it’s hard to imagine him in a doctor’s office or an elevator. But after reading this lovely short piece of writing, I can now. Thanks for sharing it.
I once ran into Cohen in a diner off of Santa Monica Blvd, which the name of the place I can't remember, but he was with a woman, and the whole landscape yelled out "This is Leonard Cohen World." Great piece, thanks!
Well, she was right ;)
I remember when Trump was elected one of my first thoughts was that I envied Leonard Cohen that he got to die before seeing this!
I thought the exact same. Can you imagine timing your departure from anything—a party, a planet, whatever—so perfectly?
Awfully good. The terminal patient indeed.
This is so good. Simply wonderful writing. I had similar encounters with Ray Bradbury after first meeting him when my old friend, F. Murray Abraham, was in a production of Bradbury's, The Wonderful Ice Cream Suit at the Coronet Theater. I would see him, usually in tennis clothes, at small markets and such, all over town. Always kind, and always pristine tennis whites.
Really didn’t expect to cry at the end of this. “Art does rescue some people from some things.” Thank you.
Loved this.
I met LC a couple of times. Once in the Pantheon offices around the time Stranger Music was published, and then again at Ecco when Book of Longing was in the works. During the second meeting, I remember being surprised by how small he was, but impressed that he’d brought along a beautiful young woman from his band, whom I think he was sort of promoting, à la Prince and one of his ingénues. He had such an aura in those meetings that it’s hard to imagine him in a doctor’s office or an elevator. But after reading this lovely short piece of writing, I can now. Thanks for sharing it.