For some time Sarah had been talking about an upcoming Concert
at Symphony Hall in Boston.
of her College Credits she'd been working as an Intern for a Boston Radio Station and was able to score up-front
seats for none other than Leonard Cohen.
On top of that, we were invited afterward to a Reception for him at a
On the evening of the concert, February 9th, we arrived downtown, waded through the crowd and
took our seats.
When Leonard Cohen stepped out on Stage it was to a resounding applause.
Giving the audience a military salute, he launched into his first tune, "Bird
On A Wire."
in a dark suit, he performed all the old favorites, "So Long Marianne,""Sisters of Mercy," "Suzanne"
and after every tune saluted the audience as they applauded.
His music was from real life and more mature than
what you usually heard on the radio, it was the Voice of the Poet.
After several encores, the concert ended and
Sarah and I made our way over to the restaurant.....
We were going to meet Leonard Cohen..........
The restaurant had an elaborate buffet and open bar
and the place was abuzz with Radio Personalities and hangers-on waiting for Leonard to arrive.
We sat down with food and drink and soon people were stopping by our table to say hello
to Sarah. It seemed like everybody knew her. She was the kind of person who put you at ease, always smiling, eyes flashing
Forty five minutes later there was a stir and in walked Leonard Cohen.
Everybody milled around him while Sarah and I sat at our table taking it all in.
When I was on my 3rd White Russian he walked by. Sarah called to him and he politely stopped at talk. Extending my
hand I complimented him on his Poetry.
"I was reading "Energy of Slaves" just recently. It's
my favorite book of Poetry and you're my favorite Poet. I turned all my friends on to it too. It's great."
He was like a mentor to me, an older brother, an Ocean of Understanding.
He appreciated hearing what I'd said but I think his attention was turned more toward
Sarah than to me.
She was in her usual
form and he was taken by her poise. They connected.
Referring to the state of the world or at least my perception
of it at the time, I asked him,
"When do you think everything will come crashing down?"
it already?" was his response.
"Hmmm, yeah," I said, "I'll have to think about that."
Then looking at my drink, said, "I'm
a little sloshed."
All this time there had been some lanky blonde following him around and trying to button
hole him to talk.
When she persisted by coming over to our table, he said, "Wanna hit it tonight baby?"
Embarrassed, she shrank away and didn't bother him again......
A little later he returned to our table
carrying a plate of hors d'eouvres and offered us some.
After talking some more he actually invited us to visit him in Montreal. He gave me his address and I
wrote it down. At the time he was living on St. Dominique Street.
We talked a while longer before saying
As he was leaving he patted me on the shoulder. It was as if to say "hang in there, my friend."
That evening is etched in my memory,
one of the Highlights of my days as a Vagabond of '74.