“Leonard Cohen’s voice has aged into a worn-leather bass that, emanating from well-like depths, might pass for the weary voice of God.”

Photo by Bruce Stotesbury

Photo by Bruce Stotesbury

These days, it seems there are legions of older gents concertizing like nobody’s business. There’s Bob Dylan, who’s 71. There’s 79-year-old Willy Nelson. And there is Tony Bennett, who is 86. For my money, there is no cooler grey-haired cat than Leonard Cohen. The 78-year-old’s lyrics are witty and profound. His voice has aged into a worn-leather bass that, emanating from well-like depths, might pass for the weary voice of God. And Cohen — who last night in Victoria was fedoraed and nattily suited as usual — radiates a hip Euro-sensibility that’s tough to beat. Backed by his crack nine-piece band, the bolo-tied one played for a sold-out crowd of 6,000.

From Review: No Cooler Cat Than Cohen by Adrian Chamberlain. Times Colonist: March 6, 2013.  The complete review of the March 6, 2013 Leonard Cohen Victoria concert is available at the link.

2 Responses to “Leonard Cohen’s voice has aged into a worn-leather bass that, emanating from well-like depths, might pass for the weary voice of God.”

  1. See. Higher than “Pope”. ;-)

  2. Anne Wilkins

    a darkened room, a secret life performing in the background, my lover, my husband by my side, there is nothing that touches me more deeply, more profoundly than the sound of the deep bass of his voice pulsing through my veins. i listen to the sound of the music he performs and wonder at the thought that the song that led me to this great artist, halleluhah, takes a back seat to the sound of the music that is his classic style. i do not know if, when in search of the sound that intrigued but confused us, only made sense when we heard it performed by the artist who wrote it (again referring to halleluhah), we had not stumbled on to this most amazing artist, who, prior to this, we had no knowledge of. Now, when we want to escape from the darkness of everyday life, we put on his music, we drink a little liquor, we sway and move to the music, and suddenly, we are millions of miles from anywhere, and anything seems possible. Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in…… how I wish that I still can, how grateful I am that there is still a chance, for me and for mankind. Wonderful, amazing, the depth of the voice and the man brings a person to their knees….. thank you Mr. Cohen, my dream is to see you in person. Thank you, Thank you, I am truly grateful…thank you.