In The Shelter Of Your Sadness
Leonard Cohen or the poison of melancholy as a shelter against the miseries.
Leonard Cohen during his second and only concert in Spain at the Palacio de Deportes. / Bernardo Perez
Fernando Neira 6 OCT 2012 - 00:41 CET
Sometimes, when the days get unlucky, just an additional contribution of sadness can serve as a lever. Leonard Cohen returned to work last night, in a packed Arena, the miracle of homeopathy: the poison of melancholy as a shelter against the miseries. The teacher knows that almost all battles are lost, but upward, proud, her figure crumpled to officiate a ceremony as old as transcendental. Greatly exceeded not two quarters of a century, but three, the Borsalino hat knight charged us an important money for their valuable songs, but gave an overwhelming lesson in dignity. We walked withered, Leonardo, so we will never know how grateful we doblegaras with deep seriousness of your song. We aclaraste by the second song, "I've seen the future, brother, and is a crime." And in the next, Bird on a wire, that you played kneeling, crouching as if in prayer Nether. And the birds on the wire casings were shrinking. Like you hurt that voice, half consumed, but with the wisdom that young man could not provide any unredeemed.
Pounding in the environment the memory of that memorable evening, three years ago, when we expected nothing and the Canadian anchorite and supervening bankruptcy-bless-the cruel desfalcadora forced him to return to the road. Little has changed. The musicians remain, Neil Larsen is a sublime Hammond organist and our Xavier Mas lute it colors everything a landlocked comfortable. But the poet has had time to complete a new album, Old Ideas, in less equivocal appearance. The mysticism of Amen, with its splendid plaintive violin, and the majestic Come healing, beautiful as a traditional Irish song, led the highlights of the first half.
Leonardo has increased its repertoire, but it's visit to his 78 winters, many pages that ensure the passport to eternity. "It hurts the places he used to play," he mutters to Tower of song, the prayer that opens the second half. And from there, a cascade of big words. Suzanne, Hallelujah, Chelsea Hotel. Sometimes his baritone voice seems to come from the vocal apparatus, but from the bowels. So long Marianne, Famous Blue Raincoat, Take this waltz. It's true: someone who loves beauty can only accommodate Lorca in his heart. Thanks for giving us good life, Leonardo.
It was my fourth concert and although the previous were incredible, the concert of yesterday night was superb. I don't have proper words to describe the unforgettable atmosphere lived during the show. The audience was devoted from the first measue of Dance me. The concert began at 21.15 due to the very long queues outside ant it finished at 1.10, almost for hours included an interval of 20 minutes. Very great performances, specially for me Take this waltz, bird on a wire, waiting for the miracle, Democracy... and the very great surprise of the night: THE GUESTS. 