My first year at University, 1970, was marked by many life defining events. Call-up to Vietnam and the resulting awareness of the world around me, an opening of my mind to thinking beyond the surf, sport, beer and meat pies of my youth, meeting Harvard Professor Jim Hagler who became an indelible mentor, my first serious girlfriend with the memories that linger after 45 years, and hearing the first record of Leonard Cohen.

Each in their way shaped the progress of my life, and I remain indebted to them all.

On Friday I heard of the death of Leonard Cohen, and on getting home, felt compelled to play that recording again. Mumbling along with the words of  ‘Suzanne’ “Maryanne’ and   the ‘Sisters of mercy”  coming as they did from the depths of memory with absolute clarity triggered a deep wave of feeling for times long past.

Earlier this morning, I stumbled across this podcast of Leonards last interview by David Remnick of the New Yorker magazine, and have just finished listening to it for the second time.

The 18 year old tear-away of 1970 bears little resemblance beyond the genes to the 64 year old grandfather I have become, but listening to the interview, and reflecting on Leonards words and rhythms this morning touched something deep in my soul.

You never knew me Leonard, but I feel I knew you. Godspeed.

Picture credit: New Yorker magazine.

Addendum. This post from the wonderful ‘Brain Pickings’ site adds considerably to an understanding of the depth and breadth of this great gentleman who gave us so much.

Addendum 2. April 2021. I stumbled across this black and white doco about Cohens early life, a time capsule of a unique artist. https://tinyurl.com/krd9na7x