2016 was not kind to the devoted music lover.
Sometimes I have felt that, as a Canadian, I am contractually obligated to like Leonard Cohen and so omit him as a refusal to appear too obedient.
If you’ve asked me what great songwriting poets I love, I’ve said Tom Waits for his dystopian, sober, shadow world hidden in a song. Or Bob Dylan for the way he lays plain the path behind us and the path before.
But I should list Leonard Cohen. For the sweet melancholy of his lyrics. For the unremorseful introspection. For the inward facing mirror on the human condition that he spun out in simple melody.
It has usually been when other artists cover his songs that I have realized their beauty. And they are beautiful. Beautiful enough to list.