"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
I was lucky enough to have the privilege of breaking out into a timeless universe that Mr. Cohen so skillfully creates with his surreal voice and flawless orchestra. The atmosphere was incredibly intimate, as if he'd played a private concert for the lovers and broken-hearted nevertheless, knowing how to reverberate each indiviual's most secluded melancholies.
There he was, with each note overcoming his venerable age (he's in his mid 70s!), a perfectionist in his craft, weaving his life experience in chanted poems across the public gathered in a rather small venue, at about 3000 seats.
The world needs such vivid souls to handle all the madness.
There he was, with each note overcoming his venerable age (he's in his mid 70s!), a perfectionist in his craft, weaving his life experience in chanted poems across the public gathered in a rather small venue, at about 3000 seats.
The world needs such vivid souls to handle all the madness.