Spotlight – Leonard Cohen (Live in Concert)

Note: I have for some time planned to start doing “Spotlight” posts on artists, writers, characters, genres, series and whatever else that I am particularly fond of. I wanted to start by writing about my all-time favorite musician and one of the biggest sources of poetic inspiration in my life, Leonard Cohen. But instead of writing something new, I wanted to share with you a post I wrote in 2008, after seeing Cohen live in concert for the first time. It was originally posted on 16/10-2008 and moved to a different domain the year after. Now it’s here. It’s a little rough and a little long, but I don’t like editing pieces like this so long after the fact so I’ve left it untouched (even the bit where I’m probably very wrong about voice classifications). I will most likely post at least one more spotlight on Cohen in future, since this one focuses strictly on the concert, but for now I hope you enjoy this post, whose original title was:

I’ve seen God

…live in concert. That’s right, people! Last night, for three glorious hours starting at around 7:30 PM, I saw and heard God sing from a stage in Globen here in Stockholm. God is a 74 year old Canadian gentleman in a rather nice hat, with lyrics which make the earth sigh with pleasure and a voice that can make a nun quiver. God’s name, is Leonard Cohen.


I’ve been a fan of Mr. Cohen all my life and thensome. I could go on at length about this, but it is not relevant here. Relevant here is only those three hours yesterday when a wonderful dream of mine came true. I saw Cohen. In the flesh. He was on a stage just across a very big, very dark room from me. I heard him sing. And that is something that I never thought would happen. After all, it has been 15 years since his last tour. 15 years ago I was slowly moving towards my 6th birthday and knew nothing of concerts, so when circumstance caused me to miss the Cohen concert in Helsingborg this summer, I cried many bitter tears and admitted defeat. But then, in a text from a close friend of mine, came salvation. “Have you heard that he’s doing a show in Stockholm too?”

I hadn’t heard. But once I did, I knew this was my chance. Maybe my only chance. So I took it. And with said friend, my mother and my grandmother, I went to the concert I thought I’d been born too late to see. And boy was it worth the wait! It was an incredible show. Cohen’s voice, which to my untrained ears was once a smooth barytone and is now a somewhat rough trembling bass, was wonderful to hear and so powerful even after such a long career. To make things better, he played all his most classic songs and a few more, and in pauses between the songs he proved to have a sort of dark, twisted humour that I adore.

“I had a rigorous spiritual experience..” Cohen says after the first few songs. “ I was walking through the streets of Stockholm yesterday and today. I realized that everyone here is taller and better looking than I am.” He goes on to apologise for singing his little songs of sadness and distress when we have such a civilized country, and adds that if it wasn’t for our artists he would think all was well here. “But..” Cohen continues. “When the world is plunged in chaos and suffering…Ring the bells…” And so starts Anthem, one of my long-time Cohen favourites.


Half the songs brought tears to my eyes, and during the twenty minute pause in the middle of the show my friend and I agreed that each song so far had made us shiver.
“He’s quite a handsome man.” My grandma said during the break. “Those women who are doing the backup singing, is one of them his wife?” I tell her no, not as far as I’m aware.
“Why?” My mom asks. “Planing to make a move?” My grandma laughs, we all do. I tell them I wouldn’t mind. Cohen as my step-grandad would be a-okay by me. So long as it’s okay to consider your step-grandad’s singing voice a turn-on.

After the break the show, and the awesomeness, continues. What strikes me again and again during the course of it is how Cohen seems to enjoy it almost as much as I am. As the ending tones of Tower of Song rings through the room Cohen watches his three backup singers repeat the soft “du dam dam dam de du dam dam” with a little smile on his lips, urging them to “don’t stop, friends”. Still watching them he says how he often thinks about the great mysteries of life, the riddles of suffering. But in that moment, he says, he has found enlightenment. He knows the answer. Then, with an almost mischevious glimmer in his eyes, he turns to his audience. “Would you like to know it?” The audience answer in a sort of inarticulate mix of voices and hands clapping. “I’m not sure if you’re hungry enough for it.” The audience roars, claps, hoots, calls, whistles and stomps its feet. “I’m reassured.” He tells us. He will tell us the answer to the riddle. “Du dam dam dam de du dam dam.” The audience laughs, I laugh, Cohen grins a little.


At this point I feel I should mention the amazing musicians that surrounded Cohen. They were as follows;

Roscoe Beck, musical director, looking and sounding ever so cool on the standup bass and the electric base.
Neil Larsen, doing incredible work on the keyboard and the Hammond B3. I wish I could play the piano like that…
Bob Metzger, on the guittar (both electric and acoustic, I think), playing wonderfully.
Javier Mas, who may possible have the fastest fingers I’ve ever heard in person, working wonders on all manner of string instruments some of which I don’t know the names of. One of them was called a Bandurria.
Rafael Bernardo Gayol, on drums. The group’s timekeeper, and very charming. He blew the camera a big kiss towards the end.
Dino Soldo, a magician on the saxophone and a bunch of other wind instruments that I don’t know the names of.
Sharon Robinson, as lead back-up singer. She has worked with Cohen on and off since the late 70s and has collaborated with him both as a writer, singer and producer on several cds. Truely amazing voice.
And lastly the, as Cohen called them, sublime Webb sisters who I believed weren’t meant to be in the band originally. Both with voices like angels. Hattie Webb played some sort of harp for a song or two. Charley Webb, when Cohen replaced the word man in a verse of The Future and sang “The white girls dancing”, handed her hat to her sister and did a cartwheel on stage.

The reason why I wanted to take the time to mention each musician in person was, apart from the respect and admiration I have for them, the fact that Cohen himself took care to mention it so many times. Each member of the band was introduced to the audience at least three times. Some of them even appeared to blush, seemingly almost embarrassed by the attention, compliment and applause they recieved. It struck me many times that Cohen was as honoured about playing with them as I am sure they were about playing with him.


Cohen was clapped back onto the stage three times after the “last” song. He did 7 encore numbers, including Closing Time and a song whose title slips my mind that begins with the line “I tried to leave you” (another bout of laughter from the audience followed, the timing was excellent). I didn’t want it to end. But eventually, after three glorious hours, it did end.

“Be careful so you don’t catch a cold, it’s getting chilly out there.” Cohen tells us. “Drive safely home. God bless you, and good night.”

And so I leave. On the way to the subway I buy a t-shirt with his face on it and the tour details on the back. On the train home I write most of this peice in my head. On my way to bed I realize something. I had hoped, or rather not dared hope, I’d get to see Cohen live just once in life. Now I have, and it has brought me a tiny step closer to dying happy (in some distant future). But, which I didn’t expect, it has also woken a hunger for more. Should I ever happen to be in the same city as Cohen show again, I think I shall have no choice but to go. After all, who wouldn’t want to see one of their very own gods perform live…twice.

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