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hallelujah

Two days ago Montreal's poet and songwriter Leonard Cohen passed away in los Angeles at the age of 82. The same age that my father would have been were he still alive.

Impromptu vigils were organised in the neighborhood near St-Laurent boulevard where Cohen grew up and people sang his songs tthroughout the night.

He was not blessed with a great voice but he was a complex and deep soul with a gift for poetic turn of phrase which allowed him to pen profoundly moving little works of art.

Other artists had more critical success recording his music which is a testament to the quality of the composition.

May he rest in peace...





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  1. As much as I enjoy many music genres and have gone to many concerts I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I only discovered Leonard Cohen within the last five years. I was sitting in our neighborhood coffee shop, heard Hallelujah, loved it of course, and it dawned on me that I needed to determine who that was and buy some of his music. And the love affair started.

    I own most of his CDs now and I listen to them often, especially the live recordings. I think he had a wonderful voice! So expressive, intimate, and tender. Maybe at his start his voice wasn't recognized. Like Bob Dylan, Joe Cocker, Janice Joplin?

    I miss him and wish I'd seen him in concert. I'm sure that would have been a wonderful experience.

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