Nouveau Zvi 1983
A few days ago I was telling Kelley Lynch about those years before she met Cohen in NY in the late 80s and became his agent while working for Marty Machat-- picking up his flagging career and getting him back on his feet with his comeback album I'm Your Man in 1988. She saved his ass - no question about it - at a time when the hometown crowd was declaring him dead. Back in Montreal his future "stalker" -- me -- had moved in next door and was ensconced on St Dominique. My windfall el cheapo on the second floor overlooked Leonard's back fence and the little courtyard he shared with Hazel. How the universe arranged this is, and was, beyond my understanding but I was a witness to his gargantuan/lilliputian empire moves in a decade when he seemed definitively washed up... He was turning 49 that year which was terminal for a pop star back then. He had made a few ill-advised and embarrassing stabs at theater and movies: Night Magic with Lewis Furey, the Leonard Cohen Sho