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September 23, 2014 at 10:35 am
Benjamin Franklin quote
September 23, 2014 at 10:39 am
this is a photo of me today…plan old whooped!
September 23, 2014 at 10:50 am
I’m joining you on an adjacent chair, Mom.
September 23, 2014 at 11:00 am
There is just something so humorous and maybe pathetic is the word about this.
I’m sure it suits you well this morning.
Carl
September 23, 2014 at 12:47 pm
Carl,
I think it is the characteristic swoon of the gentlewoman, the woman of financial substance, back in the day.
September 23, 2014 at 11:17 am
Maybe that whole “come hither” thing wasn’t such a good idea
September 23, 2014 at 12:47 pm
MDH,
Maybe it is a bid for sympathy!
September 23, 2014 at 1:02 pm
Maybe she is shagged out
September 23, 2014 at 3:00 pm
MDH,
She is wearing pearls.
September 23, 2014 at 3:32 pm
damn, I hadn’t noticed that, I completely mischaracterised her exhaustion
September 23, 2014 at 3:37 pm
MDH,
I suspect most men would not have noticed.
September 24, 2014 at 10:13 am
She just read the Daily Telegraph review and is ready for the big fella
Leonard Cohen has created a masterpiece. It’s a smoky, late-night concoction delivered with a deceptively light touch that masks deep seriousness. Opening track Slow proves a gentle curtain raiser, played out with wry humour over a bluesy electric piano, Cohen taking the opportunity to dismiss notions that advancing years might be responsible for the sedate pace of the music: “It’s not because I’m old/ It’s not what dying does/ I always liked it slow/ Slow is in my blood.”
The band builds throughout the track and those that follow with splashes of organ, the flutter of percussion, the fruity push of horns and harmonic sweetness of female backing vocals, each new element adding warmth and depth. The past few years of constant gigging seem to have emboldened Cohen to let his band have some headway, at long last ditching the constricted keyboard and drum machine sound he has favoured since the late Eighties. And where better singers battle decaying vocal cords and diminishing range, Cohen embraces it all, growly edges fraying his whispery baritone with bluesman gravitas.
The ‘popular problems’ he addresses involve internecine conflict, viewing civil war through the metaphor of human relationships and vice versa, illuminating the macrocosm in the microcosm of troubled times.
Almost Like the Blues frets at the darkness in the human soul, evoking the story of “the gipsies and the Jews”. Genocidal, geopolitical conflict lurks in these grooves but Cohen doesn’t pin his colours to any mast. The epic Born a Slave examines his Judaic roots while the astonishing Nevermind focuses on the plight of other displaced people, an inspirational flourish of Arabic singing implying compassionate identification with Israel’s historic enemies. Samson in New Orleans addresses cultural divides in America while the beautifully ruminative A Street views a battle from the perspective of a divided love affair: “You put on a uniform to fight the civil war/ You looked so good I didn’t care what side you were fighting for”.
Cohen’s couplets are so satisfying, you can’t help but smile when he reaches the inevitable rhyme, even when the underlying message is disturbing. He is not afraid of ambiguity but doesn’t use it to disguise woolly thinking. There is always a sense of deeper layers of meaning, images that linger and ideas to contemplate when the music fades. The album ends, rather wonderfully, with breezy anthem You Got Me Singing, suggesting Cohen is in no hurry to leave the stage: “You got me singing even though the world is gone/ You got me thinking that I’d like to carry on/ You got me singing even though it all looks grim/ You got me singing the Hallelujah hymn.” Hallelujah to that.
LENNIE !!!!!!
September 24, 2014 at 10:45 am
I must have missed some profound aspects while listening 😉
Lennie for President! Oops, Canadian.
Kat, I hope you feel better today.
September 24, 2014 at 11:05 am
Birgit,
I am a bit better but now my computer has died. I hope to find solution on line? This is not good.
September 24, 2014 at 11:07 am
MDH,
Yikes! I am responding tersely as I am on my iPad. My computer appears to be kaput.
September 24, 2014 at 1:17 pm
Kat and Birgit – For those of us who listened, we must have missed the Masterpiece bit. Of course I am not big on the Inevitable rhyme, if I want that I will listen to Mike Love
September 24, 2014 at 1:18 pm
Perhaps age has its benefits, including kindness by critics who don’t want to upset the old guy.
September 24, 2014 at 1:56 pm
Will you at least admit that with, or without pearls , this Gal is Lennie Ready ?
September 24, 2014 at 2:05 pm
MDH,
I was thinking she just heard his new album!
September 24, 2014 at 5:27 pm
September 24, 2014 at 5:35 pm
Gnu,
I am amazed at how fast they sing these lyrics which really have a disconnect. I wonder how many times they sang this before they got it right-amazing!
September 24, 2014 at 5:29 pm
September 24, 2014 at 5:35 pm
Gnu,
Sorry on this one-no video.
September 24, 2014 at 5:31 pm
September 24, 2014 at 5:40 pm
Gnu,
Not the happiest of all themes today.
I do like The Doors and this is a great song.
September 24, 2014 at 5:38 pm
September 24, 2014 at 5:44 pm
Gnu,
Thanks for the repost.
It will go on and on without questions!
September 24, 2014 at 5:40 pm
September 24, 2014 at 5:48 pm
Gnu,
Did I mention I wondered where you were today? That fire on his hat had to be hot even with something underneath it.
I haven’t ever heard of this song. I like the black and white.