It was a pleasure to re-read all of the wonderful comments in this thread about everyone's great Leonard Cohen Epiphany that especially the newcomers have experienced and the heartfelt responses by the initiated..... Am beginning to understand what "Beautiful Losers" really means....
I had posted elsewhere my discovery of LC in conjunction with the 4/4/03 re-run of his 1988 Austin City Limits broadcast and since then I must have watched about 50 times the 45 minutes I recorded .... An equal number of listening sessions have transpired since I got The Essential LC CD set, and am still absorbing the myriad emotions that his songs evoke. I have never replayed music so many times in such a short period since I fell in love with opera at a young age: happy or sad, giddy or full of self-pity, LC songs lift me as did/does Canio's aria "vesti la giubba", put on your smile, the show must go on... everybody knows, that's the way it goes...
Comparisons are dangerously unfair, but I can't help but harken back to the writings of JP Sartre and Albert Camus, especially the latter's "The Stranger" or even Becket's Waiting for Godot...... as absurd as "...from the top of Calvary to the beach of Malibu". I don't know if there is a connection, but it sure feels like it.
I can't make sense out of this either: happened to land on the TRIO channel with a Marianne Faithfull performance at West54th.... never had any liking for her music but I stopped and listened; sure enough she performs Tower of Song... Leonard's tentacles are numerous and ever present, I suspect.
