born with the gift of a golden voice.

 

Leonard Cohen.

 

He has the moves of a man who has been doing this for years.  That slightly arrogant swagger, and that look in his eyes that says I could still have you, if I wanted to.  His grace and talent pouring out from under his black fedora.  The tip of his hat and the downward tilt of his head to say thank you to his band, and the crowd.

 

He is brilliant and heartbreaking and inspiring and so fucking cool.  He has been doing this for forty years.  It shows in his face, but not in his presence.  He’s an old man.  But he’s not dead yet.

 

 

I could only say it last night with my clapping and my tears and my smile, so I will say it here, humbly and from my heart.  Thank you.