On first listen to ‘almost like the blues’ by Leonard Cohen.
lounge cool, hand drums,
piano sparks and trumpet bursts. admirable brevity.
i find it moving, his growled out recital. harrowing, in fact, captivating, too.
melancholy keys, mostly black, of course. i marvel at his phrasing,
like shadows in the sun.
no-one in the world sounds as good as Mr Cohen; sorrow, wit, tranquility, his reassuring tones, a host of pain and joyfulness,
a poet to the bone.