Oh Dear! I've only just gotten here and through this thread just NOW. I don't have time to write anything beyond how habituated I've become to seeing Leonard and the group perform and how desolate it is going to feel after Red Rocks. I got such a strong STRONG feeling of this not just being my new normal, but something I need to thrive. This time, I actually fully appreciated how pure is the sound of the voices of the Webb Sisters as they come together in perfect harmony. I continue to feel the poignancy of watching Leonard, more with each performance, and like you, Diana, I cannot listen to A Thousand Kisses Deep without crying. Leonard. With such great care and subtlety, he lifts every layer and nuance of meaning from every word and lyric. There is no one, and I mean no one, who can bring Leonard's words to life and put them to rest in the ways he can. He's a master of the spoken word. I only long more and deeper for him to record himself reading or reciting his own poetry. Going beyond even what is already recorded with his Book of Longing, simply as much as possible. The impact on his audiences is
felt when he does 1000 Kisses. The auditorium fills hushed and full with the feeling and there is no describing it. I've never felt such deep satisfaction from anyone's singing and performance... ever. Repeatedly, I felt throughout the concert, as I have before, how grateful I am to be alive and to be a witness to the words and voice and being of Leonard Cohen. Thank you, G~d, for this privilege.
Diana ~ Before I quit here, as I must within minutes... I feel terrible reading this. Whatever made us think that the night should make such a dramatic shift of dynamic, heaven only knows... because it didn't... OUTSIDE of the theatre, that is. As I'd said I was going to do, I returned to ask Marie about having you follow us out. She immediately agreed and I guess I should have waved to you accordingly, but instead we quickly turned to go get her car. That did not take so long, at all... however, we couldn't seem to get out of the parking garage... and that did take so long! We were going up and down and I finally just burst out laughing when I saw that our two alternatives at one of the levels inside the garage were [to the left] "No Left Turn" and [to the right] "Exit" [except it was going Up and the street was below

]. It was Twilight Zone all the way and it still took us awhile to get out and it seemed that suddenly we were a couple blocks away! After a number of turns, we came upon the place where I'd left you... and there was your now-empty parking space... and some guy standing in the middle of the street trying to direct us into it, as though we'd slowed down to park. Ey yi yi. Did she think we'd just gone on without her!?! She could she possibly have thought that!?! We wondered what to do, how long you'd been gone, if you might call, and all that... but nothing came clear, and we finally decided we might as well go on, as you clearly had... but now, reading your own account, how I wish I'd signaled or yelled to you that we'd be right back [I just figured you KNEW and would wait for us]... even if "right back" wouldn't have actually ended up that way. I'm so sorry that you got lost! Maria didn't have your phone number, as when you'd called her, you didn't leave it, so we just had nothing to do but to go on. [Oh, and actually, I was in Row S

on the aisle... intently watching and listening.]
Hi Allan ~ Oh, no, it wasn't me dancing

... and I sincerely wish we could have met. Refused your dinner invitation??

Really

? Well, next time, we won't! Of that you can be sure

! I was so happy to finally meet Walsh, who couldn't stay as long as we all would have liked... and to meet and talk at least a little with Stephen and Jamie and to meet up again with Ken[adian]

! The theme of this past weekend was, in so many ways, easily "Time"... which reminds me, I never got to meet you, Cara [seeing your posting, when I went to post mine]. Saw your beautiful photo, though

.
~ Lizzy
"Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken."
~ Oscar Wilde