I have been a Leonard Cohen fan since I was a young girl. He divides opinion, those who are not fans think he was a grim, miserable and pessimistic oddball.
Those of us lucky enough to connect with his lyrical majesty know better.
I was lucky enough to see him in concert in September 2013. Little did we know that this would be the last tour he ever made.
He just got better and better with age, and his passing last year has left a gaping hole in music. There will never be another like him, and the world is a poorer place for it.
His voice aged, less like a fine wine and more like velvet covered gravel swirled in a vat of bourbon and then coated in ground glass. So low it reverberates in your feet, your heart and other places.
Sometimes a singer, sometimes a growling poet, crooning and seductive, plaintive and broken but always fascinating, riveting, mesmerising.
In the sarcastic words of Len himself “I was born like this, I had no choice, I was born with the gift of a golden voice.”
You can read my review of this epic night here https://handluggageblog.com/?s=leonard