Cliff Jones, Rock CD, December 1992
WRINKLED, GREY, HUMOROUS and urbane, wearing a crumpled suit and a huge pair of coke bottle specs that magnify his lacquered brown eyeballs to an impressive size, Leonard Cohen retains a charm all his own. An instantly recognisable deep gruff voice rasps and rattles through the room, bringing a mumbling world weary sense of emptiness with it. Despite rumours to the contrary Leonard Cohen is still the miserable old sod you've come to know.
Total word count of piece: 2759
Not yet registered to read this free article? Enter your email address in the first field below and we'll send you a password to read all free articles on Rock's Backpages. Once you've received it, please login using the same email address (as your username) plus the password you've been sent, using the LOGIN form below.
If you've registered (or are an RBP subscriber), you don't need to request a new password. Simply enter your email address and password in the LOGIN form below...
For full access to all RBP articles, click here to subscribe.
The email we send will come from the address email@example.com. If you don't receive the message please be sure to check any spam filters you may have in place.