Leonard Cohen - Teachers: youtube.com/watch?v=8WXwbRPTxEQ
Leonard Cohen is highly fetishized. I remember a friend of mine I met in a university literature class, in her thirties, thin and magic, telling me that she used to meet with friends one night a week to drink wine, listen to Leonard Cohen albums and dissect his songs. I was in Montreal once with Macey and she found his home, left a love note for him on his doorstep. I've seen some weep to his songs.
I was touring once by myself in winter and had only a tape player in the van, cold and every tape had a scratching noise behind it I thought sometimes on the 14 hour drives that there were devils coming through the middle of the night. I had a Leonard Cohen tape my father made when he was young like me, a compilation mostly early songs all classical guitar and I listened to that tape on repeat to calm me, to keep focus and alive. Foolish endeavors always need some form of camaraderie.
And "Teachers" was the first of his songs I learned to love. My brother was learning to play it, walked the house picking the chords pounded into my head, I moved to Halifax alone lived in a 4 bedroom house alone and terrified every night of the noises downstairs. I would sit in my room listening to this song, dissecting it and writing, learning how to finger pick my guitar. I still don't quite understand it all, found an importance of mystery.
Most are close to kin who have studied this form.
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