Recently, I had the privilege of seeing Leonard Cohen live.  One of my most thoughtful and generous friends laid two tickets on me for a special occasion.  (Thanks Dez!)I think we can use the word “icon” liberally here without quibbling.  Cohen’s lengthy career boasts genius contributions both past and present.  He stacks the odds by surrounding himself with other incomparable musical masters like Roscoe Beck, Alexandru Bublitchi, Rafael Gayol, Neil Larsen, Javier Mas, Sharon Robinson, Mitch Watkins, and Charlie and Hattie Webb.  Perhaps none of those names are familiar to you and that’s fine.  Just know these are the caliber of musicians that instruments are named after – musicians’ musicians. I know what you are thinking… Leonard Cohen is old as fuck, does he still have it?  Spry, smart, sexy and humble, he not only holds his own against performers a quarter of his age, he outright shames them.  Leonard Cohen is the canon.  When you see a man like Leonard Cohen live, you know what it is to be in the midst of greatness, and it is a rare privilege.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.