Why don't I begin with Leonard Cohen, the troubadour of my heart since he is number one for me in any category of life. It was divine intervention that led me to the acquisition of concert tickets for his world tour stop in Toronto. I won't go into the details but it had to do with my clairvoyance and wicked twist of luck. I had found out about the tour two days after I was musing about how wonderful it would be if Leonard did another tour and one day before the tickets went on sale partially. I had nearly the worst seats in the house as it was all I could afford but I was euphoric the entire time. Leonard was a tiny charming little dancing speck and I was a overjoyed crazy lady. The only mildly disappointing aspect was his song line-up. There was too much of the later stuff and nearly nothing from New Skin For the Old Ceremony or Death of a Ladies’ Man (my two favourite albums of his). He didn’t even do Chelsea Hotel 2. The only classics performed were Suzanne, Bird on a Wire and Hallelujah. Nevertheless, it was breathtaking and I hope to God he may do it again before he says goodbye for good.
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