Topic: Tiny, yet beautiful yellow ochre vase

[Anne]

No worries, if you wander too far from glass we just separate the posts off into a new "wibble" topic and move it into Cafe where you can chat away happily without worrying.

[chopin-liszt]

  Which is normally the natural end of the conversation.
But yes, we have the cafe for chatter.
I've been rather guilty of it, I'm afraid.

I wore green stockings in the '70s, Beege, for Nancy and him.
Did you get teased for liking Cohen? I did. I didn't care.
You don't get laughed at for liking him these days. 

[Beege]

To my dismay, I have only just realised our conversation had moved onto another page...senility creeps on! So, my apologies for not responding to your comments of September Sue.
My early days with Leonard Cohen were magical (thank you Katie!), and I became totally absorbed with his words throughout my life. You're right, there was a perception he was the 'disciple of doom' and many thought me a little strange to be so enthralled: fortunately I had enough stoical indifference to realise I knew something they didn't! 
You're equally right with regards to his subsequent popularity. When he went on tour to recover his finances (stolen from him), I thought I would be one of a small group of 'weirdos' huddled in front of the stage...but the O2 Arena was packed and touts were trying to sell tickets for ridiculous prices. Strangely I was both elated and saddened: I was so pleased he had, at last, been recognised but also a little jealous that I had to share something rather personal. How adolescent!!
Take care.

[chopin-liszt]

Mr. Cohen, I'm absolutely sure, would have appreciated and understood your feelings.
Untangling the strange mixtures of feelings we can get was what he did, with brutal honesty, wit and compassion.