http://www.leonardcohenforum.com/
Lots of video! And a few more from "JinxmasterMKII"sturgess66 wrote:More video
November 12th show -
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"Democracy"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD0Ns25_6QA
"First We Take Manhattan"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC6XQ9i9G-w
"Dance Me To the End of Love"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKwsOuJ7yZQ
"The Gypsy's Wife"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRvOeranDJI
"Famous Blue Raincoat"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBTfGRIUteQ
"Everybody Knows"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0l2igobYKw
I'm quoting myself - to keep everything from "JinxmasterMKII" together -sturgess66 wrote:sturgess66 wrote:More video
November 12th show -
Uploaded by "JinxmasterMKII" - Thanks!
"Democracy"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD0Ns25_6QA
"First We Take Manhattan"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC6XQ9i9G-w
"Dance Me To the End of Love"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKwsOuJ7yZQ
"The Gypsy's Wife"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRvOeranDJI
"Famous Blue Raincoat"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBTfGRIUteQ
"Everybody Knows"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0l2igobYKw
"A Thousand Kisses Deep"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3u-4dmp0Ag
"Hallelujah"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYlJj0kymcM
"Who By Fire" - Javier Mas's amazing intro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJRVYgalSMs
Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah!
by Amy Crutchfield
I’m lying in bed thinking about septagenarian Jewish men.
Leonard Cohen at Rod Laver Arena inspiring 'elderlust'. Pic: Mike Keating.
Given I’m an agnostic in my thirties that can only mean one thing: Leonard Cohen is in town.
How do you break it to your middle-aged husband that you’ve fallen for a man twice his age?
It’s tasteless to take heed of the plastic in a man’s wallet – but is a senior’s card an exception?
Cohen’s concert on Saturday night at Rod Laver Arena confirmed that he is a high priest in his own religion. And up until now, I’ve been the kind of worshipper that only turns up for carols. So never fear this is not about Leonard Cohen - I wouldn’t dare. This is about the human heart, a topic on which each of us is an expert. More specifically, this is about the ageless nature of mojo – with Leonard Cohen as exhibit A.
The evening was an epic event and an exercise in mass devotion. Notwithstanding the fact that most of the band could have gone undercover as a lawn bowls team, the concert extended until midnight – with each half of the show lasting as long as many other concerts in their entirety.
This band did more than any social initiative I’ve experienced to raise the status of seniors. The music was ultra cool and deeply satisfying – pared back and perfect - as two standing ovations testified.
But the man himself was inspirational. He was old, he was skinny, he was wrinkled and he was hot. He was a figurehead for the triumph of substance over form.
Cohen seemed to sing to each listener individually, and in the course of the evening he managed to make me, and I expect countless others, forgive him for years of sexual infidelity – and we haven’t even met. When he told me “I’m your man”, he was.
As soon as he sang “In My Secret Life”, mine began - a case of confirmed elderlust. Perhaps this isn’t so unusual, or perhaps I’ve just become the kind of person that you wouldn’t take to meet your grandparents.
Austin Powers, one of the foremost contemporary proponents of mojo, with his teeth like a boat ramp and chest like a bear pelt, has made the point previously. But the personal message I received on Saturday night is how delightfully divorced a person’s THIS MESSAGE IS SPAM AND WILL BE DELETED AS SOON AS THE MODERATOR WAKES UP appeal is from their physical attributes.
Cohen himself sang of the woman in the Chelsea Hotel, who preferred to sleep with handsome men, but for “[him] she would make an exception”. And why not?
I thought nothing could withstand time but now I know that mojo beats on.
I loved this report Ah, yes!!!sturgess66 wrote:But the man himself was inspirational. He was old, he was skinny, he was wrinkled and he was hot. He was a figurehead for the triumph of substance over form.
sturgess66 wrote:I'm quoting myself - to keep everything from "JinxmasterMKII" together -sturgess66 wrote:sturgess66 wrote:More video
November 12th show -
Uploaded by "JinxmasterMKII" - Thanks!
"Democracy"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD0Ns25_6QA
"First We Take Manhattan"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC6XQ9i9G-w
"Dance Me To the End of Love"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKwsOuJ7yZQ
"The Gypsy's Wife"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRvOeranDJI
"Famous Blue Raincoat"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBTfGRIUteQ
"Everybody Knows"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0l2igobYKw
"A Thousand Kisses Deep"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3u-4dmp0Ag
"Hallelujah"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYlJj0kymcM
"Who By Fire" - Javier Mas's amazing intro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJRVYgalSMs
- there is more -
"Anthem" - "You can strike up the march, on your little broken drum"
And Rafael - " ... a connoisseur of the intervals of silence ... clipping its fingernails, a poet and priest of passionate precision ..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5O_Gt7HPHu4
"So Long Marianne"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGsaPyP5TP0
"Take This Waltz"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mwVRaTLnx0
Irene - your son Josh did a fantastic job with the video!! Thanks to both of you!!Irene Teresa wrote:THIS jinxmaster is my son JOSH> ! So proud he loves Leonard as much as I DO!! ( well not quite) and did such a good job with his little camera that has such nice sound. I didnt have enough $ to attend a show this time. No words for how desperate I felt. But He got 2nd row and loved every second of it. He even cried which is cool for a young Aussie man of 30 xx He has all his tubes up now. the last one just went up. as weve had internet drop outs.sturgess66 wrote:More video
November 12th show -
Uploaded by "JinxmasterMKII" - Thanks!
"Democracy"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD0Ns25_6QA
"First We Take Manhattan"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC6XQ9i9G-w
"Dance Me To the End of Love"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKwsOuJ7yZQ
"The Gypsy's Wife"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRvOeranDJI
"Famous Blue Raincoat"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBTfGRIUteQ
"Everybody Knows"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0l2igobYKw
"A Thousand Kisses Deep"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3u-4dmp0Ag
"Hallelujah"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYlJj0kymcM
"Who By Fire" - Javier Mas's amazing intro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJRVYgalSMs
"Anthem" - "You can strike up the march, on your little broken drum"
And Rafael - " ... a connoisseur of the intervals of silence ... clipping its fingernails, a poet and priest of passionate precision ..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5O_Gt7HPHu4
"So Long Marianne"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGsaPyP5TP0
"Take This Waltz"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mwVRaTLnx0
http://www.youtube.com/user/JinxmasterMKII
Much loves to all who love LC
xxx Irene xxx
love yaNessus Jr wrote:Phone call from downunder woke me up ... soundcheck!
Few hours later I heard the Partisan live on my cellphone
Bless you Ania, dear friend
Marco
we are all wonderful arent wemat james wrote:…of friends and folly.
I had a ball catching up with Andrew Darby, Dean (dcm) and friends at Ania’s place and it was delightful to meet Ania’s beautiful parents. There are always unexpected pleasures when I hit the road and go adventuring.
Dean, what a master of detail you are (on Concerts Leonard). I am surprised constantly in life by the varying passions and commitments people have. It is wonderful observing another human being lost in what Carlos Castaneda would call one’s chosen “folly”. You are an artist.
…and speaking of artists; Ania’s Krakow book/booklet (Leonard’s gig) artwork was on the table and as I wandered through that book I realized how little I know about the people’s talents around me; and such an easy-going and inclusive host Ania was as well.
And we wouldn’t have made it to that special moment after the show if it wasn’t for the generous efforts of Andrew Darby. So thanks Andrew for being there. (I want to hear more about that Hydra plan of yours)
Many Cohenites have had interesting adventures based around things Leonard and each are making new plans based around many things Leonard; so it's not just the “genius gig” as Andrew’s friend Michael put it, that was a highlight, but also mixing with the creative lot/fans that cohabit his world that bring beer-bubble pleasures to a life.
We had a fascinating evening and it was as much about the fans as it was about Leonard.
Thanks to all,
from Mat and Melany and friends.
Live Review: A Night with Leonard Cohen
Posted by Sophie Rennard
The Daily - Wednesday, November 17th, 2010
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At 76 years of age Leonard Cohen still has it. Whatever it is that “it” refers to in this saying is rather perplexing, because the word is a singular neuter pronoun, which grammatically would only refer to one thing, however Cohen undoubtedly defies this truism with an exhibition of his many talents in his 2010 Australian tour. The man has got everything. An embodiment of all that is music and performance, the audience is entirely enslaved by a lined, silver haired yet oh so dignified and dapper Cohen and his nine piece band. Proving that age has no limitations (well, certainly not in his case) he performed a generous three and a half-hour long set at Rod Laver Arena, with no signs of exhaustion or apathy towards his music or his audience. The passion is alive and well. A long way from the Cohen of the 60s and 70s, he delivers his gift of song with his matured, velvety, husky voice, harmonised beautifully by his three female back-up singers, the Webb sisters and his long time collaborator and friend Sharon Robinson.
“ Dance Me to the End of Love“, a hit from his 1984 album Various Positions, was the show opener, which infinitely got the crowd buzzing, seeing this energy right through until the final encore, “Closing Time”. The set list included a perfect mixture of songs from all of his albums throughout the 60s, 70s and 80s and luckily for the audience none of the favourites were excluded. I held my breath with awe when the first few chords of every song began, and upon recognition let out a slight sigh of admiration. As opposed to his 2009 tour, which tendered more towards the 80s jazzy sound, this years has improved, with more variety and a closer feel for what he may have been like live in the 70s. Sensory perceptions were aroused when we were treated to a couple of his more folky tracks, such as “Avalanche” and”The Partisan”, with just him and his melancholy guitar. The melodic poetry of “So Long Marianne”, “Suzanne” and “Who by Fire” left my heart throbbing for more. And the bluesy resonance of “The Darkness” was undeniable.
To be able to experience Cohen’s creation and view his exhibition simultaneously is a pleasure and an invaluable experience. He exudes grace and charm and relays a fond respect for all of his band members, taking time to praise them and humbly thank them. He understands musical genius when he sees it, because he himself is a musical genius. But not only that, he is a profound poet, an artist of sorts and above all, a gentleman. Leonard Cohen was born cool, and boy do I know that he will die cool. He is the real deal.
Leonard Cohen
November 13, 2010
Melbourne, VIC @ Rod Laver Arena
Beholden to Leonard Cohen for letting us reconnect with some real heart
Kathleen Noonan
From: The Courier-Mail
November 15, 2010 12:27PM
Real heart and soul . . .Leonard Cohen at his concert in Brisbane. Photo Adam Armstrong.
Picture: Adam Armstrong Source: The Courier-Mail
THE heart of Saturday night is a hell of a place to find but well worth the journey.
It's hearing a lyric and thinking: "I know how that used to feel." It's seeing a piece of theatre and being so moved, your breathing changes. It's watching dance and getting lost, everything else in the universe forgotten. It's being reminded of things that used to make your heart race.
It can be transformative. But first there is the traffic jam. And the long hard day. And the headache. And the screaming kids. And the bills and unfinished paperwork. And the fuel light's just come on. And, you are kidding! The touch carnival is where? At what time? Great big slabs of real life get in the way of finding the heart of Saturday night.
The heart of Saturday night is remembering what makes you tick, what moves you, what made you fall in love, what made you cry.
You might be 40 years down the track or have two marriages under your belt or a string of loves and losses but there are still stirrings and inklings. You're not dead yet.
Is there no better way of remembering your reckless ways and lost loves and late discoveries than listening to the dense, glorious lyrics and rough baritone of gentlemanly singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen?
He passed this way early last year on his sell-out Australian tour.
I saw him in a Victorian vineyard under a cold, navy winter's sky, full of wine, and have never witnessed a crowd so entranced.
I then saw him again in Brisbane.
I don't believe in revisiting. Motto: Never go back. Some people try to recreate a situation because it was wonderful the first time. I'm all for letting sleeping dogs lie. A perfect concert should be left alone as a perfect memory.
So what am I doing in that long line of traffic, with red brake lights winking all the way to the barn of an entertainment centre on Saturday night with 10,000 other people?
Right before the concert, panic sets in. This is doomed. It can only be a disappointment. Surely, nothing can top the previous show sitting in the long dusk, his first on Australian soil in more than 20 years. This time I was tired, cranky, with plenty of work to do at home. This is a mistake. You should never, ever go back.
Good concerts don't have to be perfect. They can be flawed. The first half of Rufus Wainwright's concert in Brisbane recently was perhaps pretentious, if you consider requests for no applause throughout the first half plus a cape the length of a road-train like some mourning dress pretentious. And his diction was dodgy and the songs' beautiful misery too similar.
But the second half was sensational, right through to Walking Song, the Kate and Anna McGarrigle song from the 1970s written by his mother about his father, Loudon Wainwright III. Flawed yes, fabulous yes.
We turn up for concerts and theatre and events in our lives in all kinds of shonky conditions, with headaches and heartaches, tired and stressed, wondering: "Why aren't I at home with a quiet whisky and Peter Temple novel." The traffic has ticked us off or we've fought with the husband or wife on the way there. That's just the minutiae of life, the sediment of the daily grind. So, you need to shake yourself like a mongrel dog ridding itself of annoying fleas before taking your seats.
On Saturday night, I shake myself free and adjust my thinking. Don't worry about what's come before or what's after. Surrender yourself. The 76-year-old man in an immaculate suit skips on, takes his place with nine fine musicians and turns a rock arena into a cathedral.
All Cohen fans have Kelley Lynch to thank. His former flame and trusted manager allegedly depleted Cohen's accounts of $7 million, almost all his savings, leaving him with $150,000 and propelling him into incessant work of touring.
Oh, but what work! His world tour has floored the critics, won him a generation of younger fans and brought the artist the busiest time of his career. He looks rejuvenated by the work. The man next to me cannot work out how Cohen is so nimble, getting down on one knee or two and simply popping up again, with NO grip rail or groans, throughout the show.
The queue at halftime for the male toilets, for once in concert land, was longer than the females. "All our old prostates," a male near me said, before recalling the Cohen lyric: "I ache in the places where I used to play."
It was one of the most diverse crowds I've seen at a concert (apart from the Zimmer-framed man in skinny black jeans at Bob Dylan's show). There were plenty of 20-somethings there, too.
Cohen's songs appeal because they tell us failure is all right, it is human, but redemption is possible. They are songs that suggests it is enough just to have lived. They are songs at the very heart of Saturday night.
The heart of Saturday night is that part of you that is alive, that stirs you, that sustains you, the bit you can't explain, the mystery.
It doesn't have to be $200 premium entertainment centre tickets. I've paid $18 to see Canadian (what is it about these Canadians?) Serena Ryder play a football club in West End and remind us all why life's worth living.
Several people text me after Cohen: Best Concert Ever. One man I know cried at Cohen's spoken word A Thousand Kisses Deep. I liked him a little bit more for that.
There was a woman two seats in front of me, white-haired, wrinkles, easily 80. Hope I'm heading out the door on a Saturday night to hear someone express thoughts as beautiful in my eighth decade.
Can we go back? Should we go back? Can we repeat something that good? Before Saturday night I would have said, forget it, baby. But, be damned, we can. Anything can happen when we go looking for the heart of Saturday night.
noonank@qnp.newsltd.com.au
