Friday, 2 December 2016

Closing Time

Leonard Cohen has passed away.

We were connected.  The mother in law of Gideon Zelermyer, the cantor who sang on his last album, used to live two blocks from me.  I drive through Westmount, the city where  he grew up, a lot. I went to Mcgill University and my dog swims in the river where Suzanne had a place.
Maybe not so close.
Evil teacher Suzy wanted us to do a tribute to him and played his music for the entire class.  While I enjoy his music, 3 hours can make you feel very very sad. His poetry was beautiful. So it would be natural to include words in a painting.

It is very rare that a person who is not a hockey player touches both English and French people in Montreal.  He did.

And I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you now there's nothing left
But sorrow and a sense of overtime
And I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time

It's Closing Time

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