Leonard Cohen, Leonardo da Vinci of the written/spoken word

I wish I could weave words together the way Leonard could.
Bon voyage maestro



I saw him at the 02 in London three years ago. He seemed to be in fine fettle and brimful of energy then, literally dancing round the stage at times, the gig was really excellent and I thought - correction, hoped - that he would beat the odds and go on for a very long time.

His performance reminded me of one of the first times I heard Suzanne and Marianne - sung by a friend with a guitar on the battlements of a castle above a little village in southern Italy, at sunset one day in summer '69.

Yeah, what a tragedy. In the same week Trump gets elected, Cohen dies. Both are great tragedies, and both have such melancholic effects…it was a double whammy that made me question the existence of…well you know who.