After the grand farewell of 2016's You Want It Darker, Cohen's son gathers his father's scraps and unfinished ideas and lovingly fleshes them out with help from collaborators like Beck, The National's Bryce Dessner and Feist.
Jay-Z is not the Dylan of Anything
I am the Dylan of anything
I am the Kanye West of Kanye West
The Kanye West
Of the great bogus shift of bullshit culture
From one boutique to another
Cohen famously approached his death with clarity, and Thanks for the Dance honors his late-career habit of seeming to write elegies for himself.
There’s a trapdoor in the country where we can disappear.
These giant evergreens are a promise redeemed
Let’s walk down the glassy top of a frozen pasture stream
Our minds can dream like soda machines
“I’m not convinced I have fans. In my whole life, I’ve had maybe 10 people who have told me how much my music means to them.”
We’re gonna take a ride in the dirt, we’re gonna die til it doesn’t hurt, then they can bury us side by side.
“Room Games & Diamond Rain”
“It’s distressing to do this, but if I’m to grow, I have to do things that I didn’t do a long time ago. I’m tired. I need to take a few risks. I can’t keep living like this.” the ringer
I asked a painter why the roads are coloured black.
He said, “Steve, it’s because people leave
and no highway will bring them back.”
‘Random Rules‘
David Berman talks about the end of Silver Jews, the rise of Purple Mountains, every song on their self-titled debut… July 12th, 2019
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
"Darkness and Cold"
What’s with all these handsome grandsons in rock band magazines? What have they done with the fat ones, the bald and the goatee’d?
“Strange Victory, Strange Defeat”
Ten thousand afternoons ago
All my happiness just overflowed
That was life at first and goal to go
Me and you and us and them
And all those people way back when
All our hardships were just yardsticks then, you know
You know
Not the purple hills
It's not the silver lake
It's not the snowcloud shadowed interstates
It's not the icy bike chain rain of Portland, Oregon
