… I’m not, really. Leonard Cohen is a highly accomplished songwriter. But that late ’60s/early ’70s singer/songwriter period is guilty of some apalling narcissism and misogyny. I’m astonished that women like these songs, when their essential message is that a truly groovy chick is one who just lets you be, man, without any, like, hang-ups.
It’s the faux-poetry that does it. You toss around a couple of allusions, and nobody notices what you’re really up to.
So here’s my late ’60s singer/songwriter effort. Forgive my very, very rudimentary guitar skills, but then, that’s part of the genre too.
Oh, and WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. That’s right, RUDE WORDS.
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And still not nearly as crass as “Chelsea Hotel #2”
I heard of some live show quite recently where Mr Cohen talked of how, yes, it really was about Janis Joplin, and that, yes, it was ungentlemanly of him to kiss and tell, and that he really felt quite bad about it all.
And then he sang the song anyway.
Do none of you even recognize his voice? That’s not even Leonard Cohen. Smh.
I know it’s not Cohen, Alex, because it’s me.
“Here’s my late ’60s singer/songwriter effort.”
“Forgive my very, very rudimentary guitar skills.”