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Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen, a singer and songwriter of tremendous depth and wisdom, has always been a seeker. In a career spanning more than 40 years, he's examined the mysteries of human sexuality, religion and power with a tremendous range of complex emotions and poetry.

Now 72 years old, Leonard Cohen has spent much of the past decade in solitude, exploring his own spirituality and his place in an ever-changing world. But in July of 2008, he took the stage at London's 02 Arena and gave a stunning performance, as part of his first tour in 15 years. The concert included some of his most influential and best loved songs, including "Hallelujah," "Bird On A Wire" and "Dance Me To The End Of Love." The historic performance was recorded and will be released as a two-CD set on March 31. Until then NPR Music will stream the entire album online, as an Exclusive First Listen, beginning at 11:59 p.m. March 23.

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Leonard Cohen: Out of the monastery and back on the road

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Independent.co.uk

Leonard Cohen: Out of the monastery and back on the road

The womanising, the four bottles of wine a day and the five-year retreat in a Buddhist monastery are all behind him. This week, Leonard Cohen embarks on his first British tour for 15 years. And the former poet laureate of despair might even be singing with a smile on his face...

By Simon Worrall
Sunday, 15 June 2008

 

On Tuesday a spry 73-year-old man in a double-breasted suit and fedora will step on to the stage at the Manchester Opera House. For those of us in Britain who love his music, this moment will be both an epiphany and a relief. It is 15 years since Leonard Cohen last toured – after four nights in Manchester, he'll play several more dates in the UK this summer, including the O2 Arena and the Glastonbury Festival. And, like millions of other fans, I had come to believe that he had hung up his Spanish guitar and Jew's harp for good. But now the man who gave us "Suzanne" and "Hallelujah" is on the road again – or, in the words of one of his recent songs, "back on Boogie Street". The rasping voice, scorched by a million Marlboro Lights, is deeper. The vocal range is narrower. But none of which matters to his fans, who will just be pleased to see him performing again.

 

Much has distracted him from music. Cohen spent most of the 1990s in retreat at a Zen Buddhist centre in California. Then in 2005, following a return to recording, he discovered that his manager had run off with almost all of his fortune. No wonder that, at the opening concert of his world tour in Canada last month, he was given a three-minute standing ovation before he had even sung a single note.

I was a teenager in the late 1960s when I first heard a song by Leonard Cohen. Something about his voice and his lyrics chimed with the way I felt at the time. Later, while studying English at Bristol University, I would send my friends screaming from the room by picking up a guitar, well past midnight, and singing "Famous Blue Raincoat", Cohen's haunting song about a love triangle. "It's four in the morning, the end of December/I'm writing you now just to see if you're better."

Since then he has dipped in and out of my life. My ex-wife and her then-husband, the documentary film-maker, DA Pennebaker, spent three weeks with Cohen on the island of Hydra in Greece, researching a film about him. The film never got made but the visit yielded three contact sheets of grainy, black-and-white stills showing a tousle-haired young man eating olives and drinking Ouzo with Marianne Ihlen, the Norwegian muse of one of his most famous songs.

Then, this spring in Los Angeles, I found myself cooking dinner for Cohen's friend and collaborator Sharon Robinson (see box, overleaf), one degree of separation from my boyhood idol.

Though Cohen spent many years in sunny places, such as Hydra and California, in his soul it always seemed to be winter. He became known as the poet laureate of despair, the godfather of gloom. Cohen himself joined in the fun, quipping to a reporter that his CDs should come with razor blades.

The source of the melancholy and spirituality that flows like an underground river through all of his work is his Jewish upbringing in Montreal. He was 10 years old when the horrors of Auschwitz broke over the world and, while he has seldom talked about the subject, one can reasonably assume that it had a deep and lasting impact. His maternal grandfather was a prominent Talmudic scholar. His father, Nathan, was a wealthy clothing manufacturer who died when Cohen was just nine. His mother, Masha, was a Russian Jew from Lithuania, from whom Cohen inherited his love of song and poetry. His sister, Esther, still lives in Montreal.

From infancy, he was steeped in the rituals and language of the synagogue. "I think I was touched as a child by the music and the kind of charged speech I heard in the synagogue, where everything is important," he recalls."I always feel that the world was created through words – through speech in our tradition – and I've always seen the enormous light in charged speech and that's what I've tried to get to."

He never intended to be a singer and performer. He wanted to be a proper writer, like his boyhood heroes, Byron, Yeats, Sartre and Camus. And, above all, to be like the Spanish ' poet of love and war, Fernando Garcia Lorca, after whom he named one of the two children he has had with the Los Angelean artist Suzanne Elrod. (Elrod, incidentally, was not the Suzanne who brings him tea and oranges in the famous song. That was Suzanne Verdal, the wife of one of Cohen's Montreal friends in the 1960s.)

His 1956 book of verse, Let Us Compare Mythologies, established him as one of the most important new voices in Montreal's English-speaking literary scene. (The song "To a Teacher", on his latest album, Dear Heather, is dedicated to one of his early mentors, the Canadian writer AM Klein.) He went on to publish two novels: The Favourite Game in 1963 and Beautiful Losers in 1966.

Having learned to play the guitar as a teenager, Cohen formed a band called the Buckskin Boys at Montreal's McGill University. But he freely admits that he became a singer because he couldn't make a living as a poet. At his first major performance, with folk-singer Judy Collins at an anti-Vietnam concert at New York's Town Hall in 1967, his guitar was out of tune, his voice was a hoarse whisper and he suffered a paralysing attack of stage fright. But by the end of the evening he had conquered the crowd. A record contract with Columbia followed and Cohen soon found himself at the epicentre of 1960s New York. He lived at the Chelsea Hotel, hung out with Warhol and his Superstar, Nico, Baez, Dylan and Janis Joplin (who famously gave him head on an unmade bed).

"I had a great appetite for the company of women," he has said of that time. "And for the sexual expression of friendship, of communication. And I was very fortunate because it was the 1960s and it was very possible."

Yet, by the middle of the following decade, the tortured love celebrated in his songs was starting to sound tired. Misery was out. Disco was in. His 1977 album, Death of a Ladies' Man, which traded on his reputation as a Lothario and which Cohen recorded with another fading legend, Phil Spector, seriously misjudged the changed cultural mood. It was more than a decade until Cohen really hit his stride again with the 1988 album Various Positions, which contained one of his best known, and most covered, ballads, "Hallelujah".

But, although he began to sell more records than ever before and had gained a new generation of fans, his life was spinning out of control. He needed three or four bottles of wine per day to stop his knees from knocking on stage. His health was breaking down. His love life was a train wreck. And so, in 1994, following a tour to promote his latest album The Future, he sought sanctuary in the Mount Baldy Zen Buddhist monastery in the rattlesnake-infested San Gabriel mountains behind Los Angeles.

Cohen had been a regular visitor at the monastery for more than a decade, sometimes spending three months at a time there. But this time it looked as though the world had lost him for good. He shaved his head, donned black robes and devoted himself to the study of Zen Buddhism.

"I wasn't looking for a religion," he says. "I already had a perfectly good one [his Jewish faith]. And I certainly wasn't looking for a new series of rituals. But I had a great sense of disorder in my life, of chaos and depression, of distress. And I had no idea where this came from. The prevailing psychoanalytic explanations of the time didn't seem to address the things I felt. Then I bumped into someone who seemed to be at ease with himself and at ease with others..."

That someone was Kyozan Joshu Sasaki Roshi, the monastery's founder. Cohen became his cook, driver and late-night sake-drinking buddy. A special dispensation allowed him to get up earlier than the rest of the monks so he could brew coffee and smoke a few Marlboro Lights. In 1996, Sasaki gave him the monastic name Jikhan, meaning "silence".

For someone as wedded to words as Cohen, and so fond of talking, it seemed an ironic choice. But he didn't stop expressing himself as an artist, steadily filling a pile of little green notebooks that would eventually yield a golden harvest of new work. In a poem called "Titles", from his latest collection of verse, Book of Longing, Cohen describes ' his time on Mount Baldy, where he ended up staying for five years until 1999: "For many years I was known as a Monk/I shaved my head and wore robes/and got up very early/I hated everyone/and no one found me out."

Elsewhere, he has called himself The Useless Monk. "I felt it wasn't doing any good," he recalled in a recent interview. "It wasn't really addressing this problem – distress – which is the background for all my activities, feelings and thoughts. It was a lot of work for very little return."

Cohen says that his experience on Mount Baldy strengthened his Jewish faith, which he has described as a "4,000-year-old conversation with God and his sages". Yet, no sooner was he back in the world than he had to deal with the devil. A year after leaving the monastery Cohen was accusing his long-time manager, Kelley Lynch, of defrauding him of more than m. After 30 years' recording and performing, he was had been left with just 0,000. In 2006, he was awarded m in a civil lawsuit but so far Lynch has ignored the verdict and Cohen may never see the money.

Cohen has reacted to what he has called "the oldest story in Hollywood" with a typically Jewish fortitude. "It's enough to put a dent in your mood," he said, "but I was still eating every day; I had a roof over my head. I don't have the savings, that security I used to have, but I live the same kind of life. So, except for the hassle of dealing with lawyers and forensic accountants and tax specialists, the actual blow was not that severe."

Now in his eighth decade, the singer of what he recently referred to ironically as "a lot of Jew-sounding songs in different keys" is back at the top of his game. He has just finished a new album, to be released later this year, his third since 2001's Ten New Songs. Book of Longing has been well received. Cohen is also finally getting recognition for the paintings and drawings he has been producing since childhood.

And something else happened on Mount Baldy. The black dog of depression, "a kind of mist, a kind of distress over everything", which had dogged Cohen throughout his life, finally released its hold. Senescence appears to have brought serenity and a new contentment with the simple things of everyday life. When not working, the man who took Manhattan with 1960s hell-raisers such as Janis Joplin and Lou Reed can be found preparing matzo-ball soup in a pair of slippers and a suit at the modest house in a middle-class suburb of Los Angeles he shares with his daughter Lorca and several dogs. His son, Adam, a folk-rock singer like his father, is across town. His partner, the Hawaii-born singer, Anjani Thomas, lives down the street. Cohen has also gone back to his roots and now spends half a year in his native Montreal.

"I feel tremendously relieved that I'm not worried about my happiness," he says. "There are things, of course, that make me happy: when I see my children well, when I see my daughter's dogs, a glass of wine. But what I am so happy about is that the distress and discomfort has evaporated."

As Cohen himself might well sing a few times this summer, hallelujah.

For more information on Leonard Cohen's world tour, go to www.leonardcohen.com. Simon Worrall is the author of 'The Poet and The Murderer' (Fourth Estate, £7.99)

My life with Leonard

By Sharon Robinson

I first met Leonard when I auditioned for the Field Commander Cohen tour in 1979. I had been working as a singer and dancer in Las Vegas and as a session singer in Los Angeles. I knew of famous songs such as "Suzanne", but I wasn't that familiar with Leonard. My background is blues and R&B. So I didn't really know what to expect. The audition was at a rehearsal space in LA. The band was up on the stage and Leonard was sitting on a couch, listening. I remember noticing that he was really friendly and polite and gracious. And really handsome.

We became very good friends during the second half of that tour. I then studied Zen with him at Mount Baldy in the years following the tour. And that anchored our friendship. Later, we started writing together. Our first collaboration was on a song called "Summertime", which we wrote on the road in 1980 and has been recorded by Roberta Flack and Diana Ross. I had the melody but I had not found a lyric. One day on tour, when the band was collecting in the lobby waiting to go to the airport, I noticed that there was a baby grand piano in the lobby and so I went over and started to play the melody.I asked Leonard to come over and check it out, which he did. He started walking around the lobby, looking up at the ceiling and counting the number of notes in the melody and in a few minutes had come up with a couple of verses for the song.

We didn't work together that much during the late 1980s.I had signed a publishing deal with Universal and in 1985 I had a hit record with "New Attitude" for Patti LaBelle. I was also writing for The Pointer Sisters. Leonard was doing other things but we were there for each other as friends. In 1989 Leonard became godfather to my son, Michael, and he comes to the milestones in his life, such as piano recitals and birthday parties. For his 18th birthday Leonard gave him a book on how to mix martinis.

Leonard didn't tell me he was going to enter Mount Baldy, but I knew that he was having difficulty. And of course I was concerned. He was very depressed during that period; he was drinking on that tour [for The Future]. I didn't see him much during his time at Mount Baldy. I spoke to him a few times but didn't go up. I was concerned, as all his friends were, but with someone like Leonard, you just have to trust that he's doing what he has to do.

The next time I saw him was in 1999 when I ran into him outside a movie theatre in the Beverly Center Mall in LA.I didn't know that he had come back from Mount Baldy. It was a complete surprise. He was wearing a double-breasted suit and his fedora. We didn't hug or anything. He's not a big huggy guy. I invited him to one of my son's piano recitals and as we were standing outside the recital room Leonard asked me to work on an album [Ten New Songs] with him.

Sometime shortly after that I went over to his house and the first day, rather than going to a keyboard or handing me a verse, we sat down in his kitchen and he said, "Listen to this. I think this is so beautiful," and we sat there for a very long time, listening to this Indonesian chant music, without talking. It was like a meditation. And that was it for the day. At the time it felt a little strange but now I see that what he was doing was trying to set the tone for the project.

It took us two years to make that album. Leonard would give me verses that he'd written, for the most part, while he was at Mount Baldy. And I tried to immerse myself in the meaning of the words, so the music would always serve those words. The process is really collaborative. Both of us prefer to do the dirty work in solitude. Then, when we're happy with that, we present it to the other person. He either comes over to my house or I go to where he lives. I usually try to make a rough demo of my idea, in his key, so he can relate to it and he will be able to start singing along if he wants. Then I'll bring that demo to Leonard and play it for him.

Leonard is well versed in many kinds of music. He listens to the music people give him, music recorded by friends and associates. He listens to Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell, blues and R&B, Otis Redding. I see myself as part of his palette, to be a sounding board and to execute whatever we decided would work. It's intimidating working with him if you think about it. So I try not to think about it.

When we had finished a song, we'd take a drive and listen to it on the car stereo to give us that extra objectivity. When you are working so intensely you can lose that objectivity. And when you're in a studio you're listening to the absolute best reproduction of the sound. But most people won't hear it in that environment. So we'd go for a drive – the car test.

Leonard is a quiet, gracious person; he's generous and contemplative. He always makes you feel that you are as important to him as he is to you. He references Chinese teaching stories, eastern philosophies and Jewish teaching devices to enlighten or inform a conversation. And though everyone thinks he is so serious, he has a fantastic sense of humour. He tells jokes. He cracks me up all the time.

He doesn't exactly know what caused his depression to lift. Now he's in a very good place. He's enjoying his new book of poetry and his artwork. He's enjoying being a grandfather and having a close relationship with his children. He's enjoying touring again, too. The hotels keep giving him the VIP suite but he doesn't like those huge rooms, so he always asks for a smaller one. We're doing a lot of the old music and some of the arrangements are the same because Leonard's fans are very attached to that old sound. The audiences have been amazing. His music speaks to the heart. It resonates on a very deep level where people are working to sort out their own emotions. We see people in tears out there.

Sharon Robinson is touring with Leonard Cohen this year as a backing singer. Her album 'Everybody Knows' will be available for digital download from early July and on CD from 19 August

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Leonard Cohen y Anjani Thomas

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 Who is this enigmatic singer that has so beautifully salvaged so many of Cohen's darkest and most desperate compositions?

 Anjani's professional relationship with Leonard Cohen began in 1984, when she was hired as a background vocalist for "Hallelujah," a song now recognized as one of the greatest in his canon. She was the sole female vocalist and keyboardist on his Various Positions world tour, and continued to record vocals for him on I'm Your Man (1988), The Future (1992) and Dear Heather (2004). But it was not until Blue Alert, that their collaboration achieved a true fusion of both of their creative strengths and talents

Leonard Cohen's discarded lyrics have been given a voice by his partner, Anjani.

 Legend has it that Leonard Cohen will write 70 verses to get seven, filling entire notebooks with lyrical variations before he is satisfied with a finished song. So where do all the unused verses go?Well, some of them have ended up on Blue Alert, an album by Cohen's paramour, jazz singer and keyboard player Anjani Thomas. "Leonard was going through journals and other material to send to the University of Toronto archives, and he found the lyric to Blue Alert," says Anjani (who has long since discarded her less exotic surname). The 72-year-old troubadour's live-in partner was so taken by it, she composed a melody and recorded a simple, jazzy version, thus beginning "a gentle exploration" of the journals, in search of other discarded gems. "It wasn't like, 'Let me at 'em!' ", she says laughing. "It was a very careful and thoughtful process. He has so much to examine, he writes every day, but not everything was appropriate to me."The melancholic ballad Never Got to Love You is made up of unused verses from Cohen's apocalyptic drinking classic Closing Time (from 1992's The Future). "He gave me sheets of them and I just took ones I liked, and sometimes I took two lines from one verse and two lines from another, and designated one as the chorus and pieced it together." Other songs were written to order. " 'There was no one after you' was just a line in his journal. I said, 'Man, that's a great title for a song, if you could just write the rest we'll be in business.' He fortunately complied, very graciously and quickly."The result is a quiet, late-night, stripped-back album of poetic ruminations on love, with Anjani's soft, rich, crystal-clear voice lending a meditative sweetness to Cohen's elegant language and dark thoughtfulness."What I strove for was an airtight marriage between music and lyrics," says Anjani. "I hope I didn't interpret. I didn't want you to be driven out of your realm of attention by the voice, which is why there aren't vocal flourishes. The lyrics are so great, they don't need embellishment."She was aided in this by Cohen, who produced the album. "I was cut off from all the tools I have by Leonard. He said 'Sing... but don't.' "Lurking in the bedroom of the hotel suite he has been sharing with Anjani on a promotional trip to London, the dapper, smiling Cohen is keen to lend support to his beautiful companion. "I think both of us were working at the top of our form," he says. "Collaboration is too formal a term to describe the activity, which was an expression of some kind of deep mutuality - some kind of marriage of purpose."Anjani already has two solo albums and is much admired in the US jazz milieu (Madeleine Peyroux has covered three of her songs). She first met Cohen on sessions for his 1984 classic Hallelujah, and toured with him as backing vocalist and keyboard player before becoming romantically involved in 1999. "Eight years together - it's the longest both of us have ever stuck it out, so it's pretty historic." Given that she's a songwriter herself, it can't be easy living with one of the form's legends. "Before, if I wrote three verses, I'd think, 'Gee, that's enough, I've got a song there.' Leonard doesn't think a song is complete until he's got the best of the best. This is why he comes up with 30 or 40 or 70 verses, any one of which I'd be proud to have written. He's made me a more conscientious writer."As for Cohen, who takes several years to write an album, the spontaneity of this collaboration seems to have broken the habits of a lifetime. "The fact that he wasn't writing for himself gave him tremendous freedom," says Anjani. "He was able to come up with things quickly without labouring too much over it." The gorgeous closing waltz, Thanks for the Dance, was composed at the last minute when the record company suggested the album was too short. "And he's still got an extra 14 or 15 verses he didn't use."Cohen has been working on his own album (released later this year), and admirers will be pleased to hear that he has responded to Anjani's more organic recording methods, abandoning the synths and drum machines of recent years to return to the joys of real instrumentation: "He has picked up the guitar again, and swung around to the idea of bringing in people to play." In contrast to Blue Alert, however, the subject matter is unlikely to be the human heart. "No one describes pain, loss, despair and grief as well as Leonard does. But it's not where his intention is right now. The material he is choosing is much more social commentary-driven, which makes this record kind of a miracle, because without it these songs wouldn't have been born." 
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