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One complaint.The immature behaviour of certain people.
To the two selfish half wits in seats 10 and 11 row N block B on the floor who spoke and sang at the top of their voices.
I hope you fell under a bus.
IF this year has found many of the elderly stateside stalwarts of classic songwriting hitting the road again for the first time in a long time, with relative recluses Tom Waits and Neil Young possibly scared into action by the credit crunch klaxon, Leonard Cohen’s return has certainly courted the most headlines.
Some 15 years since he last had to size up tour buses, Cohen’s early summer four-night sold out stand at the Opera House drew plaudits and frothing enthusiasm from all those lucky enough to get hold of tickets, and some six months on having travelled full circle around the globe he’s still able to astound.
While few artists beyond normal retirement age would hardly even consider such a lengthy schedule the sight of Cohen - who recently celebrated his 74th birthday - almost skipping to centre stage for opener ‘Dance Me To The End Of Love’ is a strange sight that defies his undeserved sullen reputation.
Still as dapperly dressed and prominent now as on previous album sleeves, the only thing that seems to have changed beyond those dusty vinyl covers is his once unremarkable voice dropping to a gentle calming low baritone adding further gravitas to even Cohen’s more emotionally charged expert word play.
Bird On A Wire
Dipping into hits and fan favourites from his impressive back catalogue the force of early set songs such as ‘Bird On A Wire’, ‘Who By Fire’, ‘Anthem’ - each delivered with a surgeon's precision by his expert nine-piece backing band - has the devoted M.E.N audience transfixed.
Whether through the angelic vocal harmonies of regular collaborator Sharon Robinson and the “sublime” Webb sisters, “shepherd of strings” Javier Mas’ virtuoso Laud/ nylon string runs or “master of breath” Dino Saldo’s woodwind expertise the musicianship on display is near perfect.
Soon hitting his stride following the short interval with knockout numbers ‘Suzanne’ and ‘I’m Your Man’, ‘Tower Of Song’, ‘Chelsea Hotel No.2’, a staggering reading of ‘A Thousand Kisses Deep’ and not to mention his hijacked masterpiece ‘Hallelujah’- soon to be given the X Factor treatment (i.e. ruined).
Remaining genial, enthused and humble throughout, even moved to removing his trademark hat in gentlemanly fashion as the vocal harmonies take centre stage, Cohen soaks up the thunderous applause that follows each song.
Whilst it may have taken some persuasion for the Canadian poet to once again take to the stages following such a long lay off the three encores this evening - each met with a standing ovation - suggests he has taken to performing again with gusto, lets hope it lasts.
slownight wrote:It was a truly wonderful evening and it felt like I had come full circle since seeing Leonard on 20th June. Thank you also to Jarkko for enabling fans to get great tickets and to everyone for their YouTube videos, concert reviews and recordings – the pleasures of the tour have been intensified because we have been able to share the joys. So, the end of a very blessed and completely joyful period for those of us in Europe – I look forward to reading the reviews of the Pacific tour in due course. You are in for the time of your lives - enjoy!
Preston79 wrote:Hi, newcomer to The Forum
From my name some of you may have guessed that I first saw Leonard at Preston in December 1979 - goodness, 29 years ago, me a handsome young man of 20, any semblance of handsomeness long faded sadly.
I also saw the 1985 Manchester show.
Just wanted to comment on the debate about people being irritating at the concert. I was in Block G Row 2 and 10 minutes in 2 young lads - about my age in 79 I'd guess - were turfed out of seats in the row in front of me which they'd wrongly occupied.
With typical luck I enjoy at concerts, they, clearly drunk, then of course pitch up immediately behind me & Mrs Preston79, who isn't as avid a fan as I am but came along despite being full of flu, Day Nurse and Lem-Sip to enjoy what I assured her would be a pleasant, melodious, peaceful even historic evening.
Now I'm no prude - I remember being a bit put out at a Lou Reed gig at which, basically, any movement in or out of the hall, any shouting requests etc, was more or less announced as being likely to result in execution before a firing squad.
If I go to see Bruce Springsteen or someone, I fully expect a degree of raucous behaviour, even boorishness, particularly from folk maybe not quite as obsessively intense and anal as I am about my favourite artists.
Dumb and Dumber last night, however, insisted on singing along unharmoniously as if they were at a football match, whooping and hollering unnecessarily to acclaim the end of every number.
Furthermore, whenever an intro was recognised, Idiot A would bellow: "Oh, effing hell, I don't believe it, it's ....Bird On a Wire."
Quite why you would go to a Leonard Cohen concert and not believe he played Bird On A Wire I'm unsure.
There were even a few mis-recognised numbers - I think he had 3 stabs at Who By Fire before it actually materialised.
At the interval, the even unluckier couple sat beside them told the lads that their singing and general carry on had greatly affected their enjoyment, that they had paid good money to hear the performers sing and would they desist.
In fairness, the youths took it on board but after I turned round and added my support to the complainant, saying that I too was having my enjoyment impaired, several people dotted about said that the lads weren't bothering them and could carry on as far as they were concerned.
One lady ,who turned out also to be from Preston and had attended the 79 gig, said: "I think it's great that young people like you enjoy Leonard's music and I'm sure Leonard would love to hear you singing along and cheering.
She was, I have to point out, perfectly nice and we struck up an otherwise agreeable conversation. I took some of the the points on board and though I didn't agree that the interjections and chanting were inoffensive, settled for the second half hoping for a more peacable experience.
But with Mrs Preston79 clearly ailing and getting ever more annoyed with every "Oh, effing hell, it's...." and the bellowed attempts at witty ripostes to Leonard's patter, we left after So Long Marianne with the thought of a further 45 mins stuck in a cold car (no heater working!) on Floor 8 and an irate grandad babysitting our 2 young daughters factored into the equation.
I'm not against people enjoying themselves in any way they choose at a gig, but there is surely a time and a place...
I'm sure that even the callow 20-year-old I was in 1979, doubtless with a pint or three or four inside me, wouldn't have dreamt of trying to inflict on a knowledgeable audience my own harmonies or my vast appreciation of the Works of Leonard.
So what was probably my final Leonard Cohen gig was a bitter-sweet experience. It was great to see the man on top form with world-class musicians and my wife, while not entirely converted, enjoyed the evening far more than she expected despite the company1

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