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So Long, Montreal — Part Two: He Did Not Come All the Way Home Just to Fool Us
June 30, 2008, 9:21 am
Filed under: Concerts, Travel | Tags: , , , , , , ,

Time for part two, are you ready for this? I don’t think you’re ready for this. Proceed at your own caution.

So we arose in the early afternoon on the 25th ready to journey out and explore this strange land we had found ourselves in. We showered, enjoyed a complimentary breakfast, and prepared ourselves. Yanira, being the fashion-nazi she is, was looking forward to seeing the Yves Saint Laurent exhibit at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. I had shown her information on the exhibit a week earlier, after recognizing the name while searching for things to do in the city. We had talked briefly about Saint Laurent because he is recently deceased, and Yanira is a devoted follower of him. AND Wednesdays at the museum are half-price admission days. Could it have worked out any better than that?

We called a taxi and had him drive us to the museum. Montreal is such a beautiful city [“it’s like New York and Paris combined!”], lovely weather in June, dotted with outstanding cathedrals and overall nice things. We got out and proceeded to the ticket counter, only to find out that the half-price deal was only after 5pm. Being 2pm, we decided to walk around and come back. We walked down the street, past McGill College where Leonard Cohen studied, and took in what the area had to offer. We also spent some time in a nice bookstore.

Soon we grew hungry and went looking for Asian food. We had a taste for Asian food for some odd reason. Trying a few places without success, we found a shady-looking Vietnamese restaurant with decent prices. We were surprised; it was actually nice inside. We ordered a plate of Pad Thai to share and munched on that while talking. After lunch we walked upstairs from the restaurant to Cheap Thrills, an over-priced used CD/vinyl/bookstore. Excellent selection, but the prices were horrendous. I did find one deal though: a Canadian pressing of Tom Waits’ third album Small Change in MINT condition for $10. Last time I checked on amazon.com these went from $32 and up. I bought that after looking through damn near everything in the store [“I’m going to D-I-E”] and we walked on.

We killed enough time in Cheap Thrills to return to the museum for our discount. We then entered the enormous exhibit full of outfits designed by Saint Laurent, with video monitors showing famous models modeling them (as models are wont to do). I have only recently began to rethink my position on fashion. I used to despise it, but only because of a mental connection I had made between fashion and unimaginative trends. The word “fashion” conjured up images of celebrities wearing the latest designs as a statement of their wealth and importance rather than clothing being a medium for art, and this exhibit has certainly opened my eyes to the possibilities of this medium. Saint Laurent was a visionary, that is for sure.

We spent an hour or two in the museum, made a stop in the boutique to pick up a catalog of the exhibit and some post cards, and left. We hailed a taxi then to take us to the Place des Arts, an area of downtown Montreal designed for festivals and large events. The Place des Arts is flanked on two sides by large concert halls, a third side being occupied by a mall and the Hyatt Regency hotel, and the last side being open for the most part. We got to the Place des Arts, found out which concert hall Leonard would be in, struggled to find an entrance, failed, waited, asked around, found out we had to go underground to get in, went underground, and entered the building.

The theater was extremely nice and we had excellent seats: 10 rows from the front. A reward for being up so early to buy the tickets as they were released. I made my way to the merchandise table to try and nap one of the nifty Leonard Cohen shirts and posters they had for sale, but I was devastated (not really) to find out they did not accept credit cards. After a day in Montreal, the little Canadian money I had had dwindled down to $19, and the cheapest thing for sale was a poster for $20. I returned to my seat, still aflutter over getting to see Leonard, and waited patiently until the lights dimmed.

There are many words and phrases I could use to describe the concert–amazing, breath-taking, awe-inspiring, fantastic, earth-shattering, life-changing–but all seem inefficient to describe the feelings I had when Leonard ran out (yes, ran out!) on stage to the microphone. Everything was simply perfect; I could not ask for more. Leonard’s voice was strong and powerful, and the man had energy to take him through a three hour concert (yes, three hours!) and many encores. His guitarist, Javier Mas, is a genius. His woodwind player had enough energy to destroy our dependence on foreign oil. His backup singers–collaborator Sharon Robinson and the divine Webb Sisters–were beautiful in both appearance and in voice. Leonard and his merry band took us on a journey through nearly all of our favorite songs–from newer gems like A Thousand Kisses Deep, Closing Time, The Future, In My Secret Life, Take This Waltz, Hallelujah (which included a slight variation in one line which I used for the title of this entry)–to old classics like Suzanne, So Long Marianne, Hey That’s No Way to Say Goodbye, Sisters of Mercy, and a stunning rendition of Avalanche which sounded EXACTLY the way it did on the 1971 album Songs of Love and Hate. It was a revelation, a holy experience. I laughed, I wept openly, but most of all I sat in awe of something far larger and much talented than I could ever hope to reach.

And Leonard was in complete control the whole time. He knew what to sing and when to sing it, what to say and when to say it, what do dance and when to dance it. The man danced! The 73 year-old man danced! On more than one occasion! During The Future he did what has been described as Beck-shuffle during the line “and the white man dancing” and as Closing Time finished he skipped across the stage to the curtain, only to be called back by thunderous applause. After three encores, Leonard thanked the people of his home town, sang a tongue-in-cheek version of I Tried to Leave You, recited a prayer with the band, and wished us all a good night. I will never forget that concert.

After it was over (oh, if only it could have gone on forever!) we walked out onto the Place des Arts and hailed a taxi to take us the three blocks to the hotel. There we had the remnants of our Pad Thai noodles, watched part of the documentary “Ladies and Gentlemen…Mr. Leonard Cohen” and went to sleep. Two more days left to go, and the Montreal Jazz Festival was only just beginning.


YouTube clips of the concert:


Closing Time

Take This Waltz (dedicated to the memory of the late poet Irving Layton)



So Long, Montreal — Part One: Getting There
June 29, 2008, 4:35 am
Filed under: Travel | Tags: , , , , , , ,

Yesterday I returned from a marvelous journey to the center of the uncivilized world: Montreal, Quebec. The great poet Leonard Cohen is currently on his first tour in 15 years, a tour that as of now has no U.S. dates. As soon as the tour was announced I knew I was going to see him. There was no option. Leonard has been a profound inspiration for me for years, and traveling to see him in concert would be my hajj. So, after checking schedules and making plans, I found myself up at 6 in the morning one day ordering two tickets to his June 25th concert in Montreal. Plane and bus tickets were to follow.

The journey sounds simple enough on paper. On the night of the 23rd I would take a plane from Las Vegas to Philadelphia, then transfer planes to arrive in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania [Sidenote: I’ve heard three different pronounciations of that city’s name in the past few months–Wilkes-Bear, Wilkes-Bar, and Wilkes-Berry]. From Wilkes-Barre I would take a bus to a town called Hazleton to meet the fabulous Yanira Garcia, fashion designer extraordinaire and fellow Leonard Cohenite. From Hazleton the two of us would board a Greyhound bus, making stops and transfers along the way in New York City and Albany. The return trip would simply be the reverse a few days later, making time to catch some of the Montreal Jazz Festival, the largest jazz festival in the world which just so happened to be occurring at the same time as the concert.

And so, at around 9:30pm on the 23rd I, along with a messenger bag full of papers, my mandolin, and a suitcase of clothes, were in a taxi headed for McCarran Airport. I arrived and rode my plane east to Philadelphia. I arrived early the next morning and took a shuttle bus from one portion of the enormous airport to another to catch my second plane. The small plane flew for half an hour and arrived in Wilkes-Barre, which is by far the nicest airport I have ever seen. It is small, clean, and simply decent. They even have a “Meditation Room” stocked with various religious texts and four pews, perhaps for traveling church congregations. From Wilkes-Barre I took a taxi to the bus station, and boarded my bus to Hazleton.

I only spent a few hours in Hazleton but my time there was pleasant. I like Hazleton; it is a very fake town. Hazleton tries very hard to appear to be a small town, but it is far too densely packed with people and buildings to successfully pull of the illusion. However, if anything is an indication of a town’s size it would be the number of Starbucks that are located there, and Hazleton has ZERO. No Starbucks’, how do you like that?

So in Hazleton I met up with Yanira, we had lunch at a health food restaurant called the Dragonfly, then lounged in a Wendy’s to charge our cellphones before the bus arrived. Later we boarded the bus and off we went. The bus rode down the Pennsylvania countryside and through the barren wasteland that Springsteen calls New Jersey until we arrived in New York City. There we got some food and waited in a long line. Within two hours time the line began to move as Greyhound staff checked passports and other documentation. The bus from New York drove for a few hours until it reached Albany, where it stopped for a half hour to refuel and be cleaned. From Albany it was a straight shot to the border. At the border we were forced from the bus to gather all our belongings and file through customs. Who, what, where, when, why, and back to the bus we went.

Montreal is not very far away from the US/Canada border, but it certainly seemed like it. We arrived in Montreal around 7 in the morning on the 25th. There we gathered our luggage and went to the information booth to find out how to get to our hotel. We thought we could walk and started walking, but soon we found ourselves lost, cold, and hungry. So we returned to the bus station, waited for the currency exchange window to open, changed out our filthy American dollars for shiny portraits of Queen Elizabeth II, and took a taxi. At the hotel we checked in, found our room, and slept soundly for a few hours before our big day officially begun…


June 29, 2008, 3:57 am
Filed under: Misc.

My name is Josh Cohen. Not much else to say after that. After experimenting with blogs in the past and failing, I thought I had learned my lesson. But I guess not. Here on this blog I will talk about things I like and things I do. Blogging is the egotistical wave of the future, so here I go!

But first, some things I like:

Literature – John Keats, Lord Byron, William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Blake, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mary Shelley, Dylan Thomas, John Masefield, Tom Stoppard, Peter Shaffer, Sophocles, Homer, Oscar Wilde, Charles Baudelaire, William Shakespeare, Allen Ginsberg, Alexandre Dumas, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, Clark Ashton Smith, John Milton, John Wilmot the 2nd Earl of Rochester, Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Kobayashi Issa, Masaoka Shiki, Italo Calvino, Truman Capote, Hunter S. Thompson, Vladimir Nabokov, Thomas Harris, Leonard Cohen, Gao Ertai, Richard Wiley, David Winkler, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Ken Kesey, Derek Walcott, Joseph Conrad, Henry David Thoreau, John Donne…

Music: Right now I mainly listen to old-timey blues/folk, David Bowie, Tom Waits, and Leonard Cohen. I enjoy sounds. Some other big names include–

  • Blues: Little Walter, Sonny Boy Williamson I, Sonny Boy Williamson II, James Cotton, Junior Wells, Buddyb Guy, Satan and Adam, Jason Ricci & New Blood, Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, Big Walter Horton, Leadbelly, John Lee Hooker, Albert/Freddie/B.B. King, Mississippi John Hurt, Chuck Berry, Paul Butterfield, Bo Diddley, Jimmy Reed, Albert Collins, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Robert Johnson, Son House. Dudes Alan Lomax had a habit of recording.
  • Rock, Folk and Unidentifiable Noise: Cat Stevens, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel, Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, Muse, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, The Doors, The Shins, Jeff Buckley, Pink Floyd, a-ha, Rufus Wainwright, The Ramones, Sex Pistols, Iggy Pop, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, Ozzy Osbourne, Black Sabbath, The Beatles, Peter Frampton, Duran Duran, Jefferson Airplane/Starship, Rob Zombie, Burning Season, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Jimi Hendrix, Flo & Eddie, Eric Clapton, The Monkees, Journey, Led Zeppelin, The Who, Iron & Wine, Donovan, Van Morrison, The Band, Woody Guthrie, Billy Joel, Elton John, Herman’s Hermits, Jake Shimabukuro, Bob Marley, Reel Big Fish, Less Than Jake, The Clash, Antipode, Rob Dougan, Air, Beck, Ravi Shankar, The Rolling Stones, The Seatbelts, The Pillows, Malice Mizer, Moi Dix Mois, Schwarz Stein…
  • Classical: Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, Mendelssohn, Tchaikovsky, Mahler, Stravinsky, Schoenberg, Saint-Saens, Kronos Quartet, Phillip Glass…
  • Jazz and R&B: Thelonious Monk, John Coltrane, Michael Jackson, Ray Charles, Count Basie, Chris Botti, Art Tatum, Ottmar Liebert, The Andrews Sisters, Louis Armstrong, Prince, Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Stevie Wonder, John Jorgenson.
  • Formatting is being weird. This dot is unnecessary. It is a waste of a dot.

In addition to reading and listening to music, I like other things. I watch movies. I play some music, if music it so can be called (I’m not entirely sure if that secondary sentence is entirely correct). I have a guitar, a mandolin, a few harmonicas, and a keyboard. Making noise on them is fun.

Okay, enough formalities. On with the show!