While waiting for their reports, here is a link to a report by the newspaper El Mundo
http://www.elmundo.es/elmundo/2009/09/1 ... 14347.html
The following google translation comes from Marie's concert reports!
Kneeling before Leonard Cohen
Elmundo - September 14, 2009 by Olav Alexander (Photo: Jesús G. Hinchado)
Suddenly, waking from a dream, opening his eyes and lead them anywhere. And there, his eyes scan the horizon still glassy. In it, Leonard Cohen. In Atarfe (Granada), at the foot of the first mountain snowfall in months.
It happened last night. Seven thousand devotees of religion 'coheina' disheartened by the cause. Jumping, singing, crying. Awakening from a long sleep, as often desired. From the first piece, 'Dance Me to the End of Love', the Canadian artist imposed his doctrine, tall and proud as an emperor of the great lyrics.
The concert, scheduled at 21.30 in the Plaza de Toros de Atarfe, began at ... 2130. Not a second too late. There was no time to lose the classic that began with the illustrious Jewish Zen no loophole for doubt left. It seemed as though Cohen was aware that the arena was cold and distant and may therefore decide to take the bull by the horns and singing to each spectator, with his legendary voice of tergal, just in the ear directly to my heart.
However, despite the first three classics interpreted by the Cohen-seventies the aforementioned 'Dance Me to the End of Love', 'The Future' and 'Bird on the wire'-the icy atmosphere of the night and a acoustic sound awful awakening did not end the audience, perhaps skeptical that this tall gentleman, well dressed and with an exquisite white hair crowned hat, outside the old Buddhist poet.
It was not until the next string of songs for souls is definitely heat up. At the moment the broken voice of Cohen elegant pirouettes danced in the atmosphere of Granada, the musicians are marking-six in all-who handled organs, drums, saxophones, keyboards, electric guitars and cellos with the same skill with which dominate children's yo-yos.
Then rang 'Tower of Song', 'Who by fire' or 'In My Secret Life', all clothed with the priceless voices of the chorus of women, so high level that even dignify Cohen himself. These are the sisters Charlie and Hattie and the Web black soul voice Sharon Robinson, acclaimed throughout by the crowd.
Like Javier Mas, Barcelona musician who, perhaps, drawn by the ghost of Master Morente, ventured into the land of genius from Granada to a guitar solo, life and death, very flamenco, gypsy very, very Andalusian. Cohen applauded, took off his hat and then halfway through the concert, presented with names and likeness to his group. It seemed like the typical patriarch who only speaks well of her grandchildren. Then disappeared from the stage as always angelic jumps before hitting the popular clamor.
A return of the rest, the poet of a thousand lives was all costumes imaginable. I played 'Suzanne', 'Tower of Song' or 'Hallelujah', plus other classic songs, like 'So Long, Marianne "and Democracy, which by dint of innovation and new techniques that Cohen had seemed versions of their own original songs. They perceive a touch of Arabic music that reveled in the sweetness of the good spirits and, of course, improved parts.
Then came the hour. We could not miss. The crowd, mostly mature, looked forward to the moment. In the land of Federico García Lorca, Cohen, confessed admirer of the poet from Granada, sang 'Take this waltz', adaptation of Lorca's poem "Little Viennese Waltz '. Since then, the solemn recital moved, inevitably, in an emotional communion holiday. The public in the stands and pulled to albero Cohen donned the costume.
"Thank you guys, never forget this night. It is an honor to play for you, "Cohen said toward the end of the dream. As the audience relished the historic 'Flirts we take Manhattan' and 'Closing Time', the wise poet nose rested his knees on the floor.
The sight of the everlasting myth softly blurred, and his figure appeared to be drawn with pencil on a white background and black. As the curtain of a concert as before falling, the crowd kneeled to dismiss Leonard Cohen, and genius figure.