Her rich, unwavering, exquisitely controlled and effectively utilized voice was – and is – a perpetual delight. I had long admired Sharon Robinson’s talent as a singer and songwriter. My lack of preparation was the consequence of faulty intelligence. And Then There Was Sharon RobinsonĪs best I can reconstruct it, this is what happened next: while I was recovering from my close encounter of the Cohen kind, Sharon Robinson affectionately ambushed me. After all, given my assumption of his awesomeness and his widely publicized ascension to iconic status (is there a pay grade above icon?), there was little opportunity for him to exceed my hyperbolic expectations. Meeting Leonard Cohen was, indeed, all I hoped.īut, “all I hoped” does cover it. Not that my feelings are hurt or anything.
Yes, I’m talking to you, Charley Webb – and your sublime sister, Hattie. While I had a number of email contacts with Leonard, my efforts to reach band members, backup singers, and others associated with the Tour had been unrequited.
I was less assured about the outcome of meeting others in the Leonard Cohen World Tour crew. (OK, maybe mutual survival wouldn’t have been absolutely essential for a successful tête à tête, but either of us dying before the end of the meeting would certainly drained some of the fun from the thing.) In fact, the only criterion of success for my first face to face contact with Leonard Cohen, however brief and however ritualized, was the survival of both participants.
Anyone who has read even a handful of the posts I’ve written about Leonard Cohen will not be surprised to learn that I was unambiguously, indisputably, emphatically excited about the prospect of meeting him at the 2009 Chicago Rosemont Theatre concert.
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