You can wipe your
feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump milestones on my
head and drown me in the river, but you can't get me out of the story. I'm the
plot, babe, and don't ever forget it.
nothing better than waking up dehydrated,
feeling around on the bedside table
and finding a cup
that cup were half empty?
sitting there on the bedside table,
and when you woke up so parched, it just wasn't enough?
Tonight could not have been more perfect. Leonard's voice has only grown more golden with age and I am truly blessed to have witnessed the magic in that concert hall...his knees buckling-the passion still present in his eyes now drooping, mostly hidden by his infamous hat. My beautiful mother to my right, smiling and clapping, silently enjoying. From my eyes tears were streaming, my heart heavy with meer satisfaction. The swaying bodies of the elderly-their fingers intertwined with their loved one's. I am but a young fan, hopelessly devoted, while they are likely- life long lovers,saying goodbye to the waltzes once shared to his records. Four hours I'd been longing for, I can not ask for anymore-just memories of melodies upon that stage. Proof that beauty comes with age.
At last! Tomorrow is the day I've been waiting so very patiently for...Leonard Cohen's "Old Ideas" performance in Toronto at the Air Canada Center. My grandma managed to score me some beautiful seats and I will be attending with my mother-escorted by my father:) I'm not sure if my heart is completely prepared for what is going to happen to it tomorrow night. The reviews have been absolutely phenomenal so far...three hours of glorious music with such a legendary man. The tears will be flowing...this I can promise you.