Went to hear and see L. Cohen tonight in L.A. He sang for nearly four hours!
"Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack, a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in."
Leonard reminds of golden afternoons with my best-friend. We be bicycling around Biola with our dresses on, making home videos modeled after Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, hiking along the train track with our knap sacks, thrift store shopping, taking photographs in men's suits with dry ice in our corn cob pipes, listening to Vivaldi while sipping Rose Tea, writing songs with a chinese accent that go, "Yesterday I was here, but were you here? No," and all other kinds of silliness and craziness.
She introduced me to Hallelujah first, and it blew my mind -- Hallelujah and sadness? How could that be? Later, I appreciated lines like, "She held on me like I was a crucifix" and enjoyed dining on tea and oranges.