On not meeting Leonard
Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 6:35 pm
In 1993 (or maybe it was 1988) I went to the Royal Albert Hall with a load of rare Cohen hardbacks in my bag, determined to get them signed. (This mission, incidentally, was very much secondary to enjoyment of the concert.) As an experienced autograph hunter, I knew the form. After the gig was never a good idea. There were record company parties, schmoozing to be done... it was also quite possible that the artist would leave the building quietly by a side exit. I knew that before the gig was my only chance. I also knew that it was unlikely that I would get to meet Leonard myself. That didn't matter, as long as I got my books signed. So I would need help. I also knew the best place to go. With a good while still to go before the concert started, I stationed myself, not by the stage door outside the venue, but by an artists-only entrance inside. Within a few minutes, one of Cohen's musicians - a tall guy with glasses, I believe it was the drummer Steve Meador - passed me on the way in. I stopped him and chatted briefly to him; he was (as far as I could tell) not pissed off to be accosted in this way. (Maybe he was just being polite.) I showed him the books; he was impressed. I asked him politely if he would mind taking them to Leonard and getting them signed; he said he would see what he could do. He went inside with the books. A few minutes later, he emerged again. Each of the books was now inscribed with Leonard's unmistakable signature, making me a very happy Cohen fan indeed.
So Steve, if you happen to be reading this - thanks a million.
So Steve, if you happen to be reading this - thanks a million.