Leonard

I'm an old Cohen fan, back from my teenage years in San Francisco punk scene. So I imagined that after 30 years of listening to my favorite bards voice I knew something shared, unique in all of us. I wanted to go to the show, but had no tickets and just put a prayer out on Craig's List. To my surprise i found myself answering the phone at 7.30 pm, a woman on the phone asking me if i had a printer, and saying i should get dressed.

An hour later, across the bay in Oakland's Paramount theater, I found myself together with the friend. Persians would call it "Sobet" "divine conversation" pure fields of musical nectar, enhanced joy of life, spontaneous, pouring through the "cracks in everything" where the light gets in.

Seats at gods feet, i cannot speak except with the sweet tears of loves fulfilled desire. All my life i have been like a blind man slowly finding my own way, hurt by help of others way. With the three thousand souls together we shared some truth, recognizing hearts know the way. This man is a living icon of all that is good and beautiful in life, nature, the world and the masculine soul.

And funny, humble and playful, skipping off the stage and pretending to go, And seeming to play a Kafka~esque riff on Sinatra. He appeared as a hip~post apocalyptic Archetype in the flesh. Masquerading as classical folk rock global poetic treasure. A genre transcending art that both contrasts and unites disparate experience of wealth, class and self esteem in the cauldron of the human heart. Where our struggles for power, meaning and control are ultimately passionately analyzed and surrendered upon the the mercy of love. And the letting go of even that, in love.