"godfather of gloom"

On the 30th of September 2014, I wrote my first text in this blog. I wrote that my love affair with Montreal had just started and maybe Leonard Cohen was the reason for moving here. Now Leonard Cohen is dead and the sparkle for this city is slowly turning darker. Maybe it's just a bad moment, it is November and gloomy. No honeymoon lasts forever. Reality tends to catch up on us sooner or later and a two year love affair is a pretty good accomplisment with buildings, streets and bridges. The light could have burned out sooner.

I heard about Leonard Cohen's death while in traffic driving to work. I started crying, I'm still crying. Listening to his music and crying. To me he was the greatest man who ever lived. I lost my hero and Montreal lost a significant spark. He was a great musician and poet and I felt he was walking around with the ultimate truth in his heart. Like a Gandalf of our time. I love and adore him. 

It's really powerful to listen to his new album that came out only a few weeks before his death. He clearly knew his minutes were counted. Knowing he came back to this city to record choir music from his childhood synagogue makes it even more powerful.

"I'm leaving the table, I'm out of the game"

He makes it sounds so freaking good, I'm jealous of him. He who got to leave. To reach his wisdom, I know I have a lot of time still to serve and I'm not sure I used my time wisely in my past, so the remaining one might not be enough. But hey, we can't all be poetic heroes. "Satan in Westmount" was Cohen's first published poem. Funny man. I often walk in Montreal and get thrilled to think he has walked the same streets, I should take a little pilgrim walk in Westmount area this weekend where Cohen grew up. 

Westmount is a collection of large stone houses and lush trees arranged on the top of the mountain especially to humiliate the underprivileged

Words from the man himself. On that note I will get back to my crying and enjoying his album.