i was really bummed i missed him the first time around. and i knew i was missing out on something.
ngoc and i had planned to go to melbourne to see him this time as we managed to get 2nd row seats there. the sydney ones were going for $1500 on ebay when they started at $230. we managed to only pay $650 for 2.
but alas it became apparent ngoc couldnt make it. it was quite sad. but i managed to buy really cheap stall tickets for sydney so that at least ngoc and i can see him together even if we weren't close.
the lovely cohen uber-fan adam lewis (who was already travelling to hobart to see leonard cohen there as well as sydney and who had seen him twice before) happened to be in melbourne that very night and bought the ticket from me. i mean, how could he say no? 2nd row tickets!
the sydney seats werent bad but werent close. but at least the sound was good. there were 3 breaks/encore and i think by the last bit a few people had left and we thought he was just gogint ot go on forever (which was absolutely fine). anyway ngoc and i just decided to sneak down into the floor area and we ended up in front of the stage! and the cherry? WE GOT SET LISTS!
before we moved
after we moved
because jetstar and i are both unreliable i was late but made it anyway because the flight was late and i was then late for the show and had to cart my stuff to the show because i couldnt make it to the hostel. i eventually found adam (without a phone. miracle!)
and leonard? HEAVEN. wow. i mean... i sat there thinking we have become complacent. this level of showmanship just made so many acts i've seen (acts i thought were fantastic) seem sterile. i mean the bells and whistles were great. the alchohol and the high kicks and the stage dives. but they suddenly relegated to the status of filler. this man was standing on stage with just a fedora tilted over his sly smile and a good band behind him. sure between sydney and melbourne the jokes were the same but always tastefully and charmingly delivered.
and the voice! oh and that smile!
i wanted him to be my man.
i didnt want to dance him to the end of love.
i wanted to take this waltz over and over again!
in fantastic luck adam the hero that he is got me a set list (he got himself one too of course). now i have these souvenirs. everytime i look at them i see casablanca, rolls royces, women with hats and gloves, piano music and empty brandy glasses by the window sill.
oh btw i have heaps of videos but i havent converted them from avchd yet (well.. i dont know how yet) but they will arrive here soonish!
now hop along!
XoDeo
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