Leonard Cohen's "Ain't No Cure For Love," "First We Take Manhattan," and "Suzanne" received the recognition deserving of the greatest poet-singer-songwriter-novelist-painter-filmmaker-actor-grandfather-and-doglover on the planet; yesterday, the trio of tunes was honoured by the Society of Composers, Authors, and Music Publishers of Canada for logging 100,000-plus spins at domestic radio.
See? Just like I said: three good songs.
ReplyDeleteQuoi? Your point's valid (but, not "just," not really). Step away from the myopescope, Levi:
ReplyDeleteThree good songs (but, the hunnert or so great ones already earned their keeper-status years ago; LC is, after all, gonna hit three scrore plus a hunnert more come September).
Bait. Fish. Hook-winked and counter-sinked. Booby-trapped, IOW. My work's done here :).
If you would like to continue this discussion, I would appreciate some proof on your part; otherwise, I win this argument by a piece of cakewalk . . .
Send in the clones.
But Levi said that "Bird on a Wire" was one of the good ones as well... therefore there are four "good songs" by him. Does Levi want to go any higher? :)
ReplyDeleteI admit that Leonard Cohen has probably written at least ten good songs. (Bob Dylan, in contrast, has written hundreds). But I like songs like "First I'll Take Manhattan", "I Tried To Leave You" ... I know he's good.
ReplyDeleteI get a little sick of "Hallelulah", though, especially when Jeff Buckley sings it.
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ReplyDeleteLevi, you seem to be an intelligent guy; thus, I am willing to devote some time to this discussion; however, admissions, concessions, observations and, most keenly, asseverations don't mean didly-fuck unless one of the peeps squawk-talking actually puts their green where their endless stream of yippy-yappereen can be seen.
Show, don't tell me what you mean by using examples that prove your theoretical point. Support your argument with documentation and examples originating in the tunes themselves; any five or ten will do.
Ante up or shut down the boastliantic top-slot hot-spot; IOW, roll up your sleeves and get down-and-dirty providing the nitty-gritty truth at the centre of this quest for concrete proof BD ranks with LC literarily.
You know, good old-fangled readings of the works themselves that demonstrate beyond the shadow of a shout BD's work deserves to be honoured with a key to the penthouse suite in The Tower of Song (solely occupied, at present, by LC).
Simply announcing or pronouncing BD's the poet LC's already proven himself to be don't cut it; and, until a literary critique (along the lines of a close textual reading à la Empson, Richards, Tate, et.al. required does appear here, the status-quota stays the same:
Nobody ranks with numero-uno maestro des tuno alongside or above LC in the poet-singer-songwriter keeper-stakes.