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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 3:55 pm
by lizzytysh
Hi John ~
Great timing

on meeting Leonard! Welcome to the Forum

!
Equally great timing on your arrival here. Are you going to deliver him your own, personal birthday greeting on the thread [appropriately named] in the News section? Jarkko will be delivering it to Leonard on Tuesday.
~ Lizzytysh
Hi Lizzy!
Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 9:26 pm
by John Etherington
Thanks for responding to my messages. I've already sent Leonard a personal birthday greeting, but I may put a message on here if I suddenly feel so inspired. I occasionally seem to time things perfectly...
I met Jarkko and Eija for the first time in a quque at King's Cross Station. We were both on our way to the first Leonard event at Lincoln (Jarkko mentioned this in Events/Fandom section). All good wishes, John E
Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 1:46 am
by lizzytysh
That's a great story, John

! Thanks for letting me know, too, that all's well in Wishing-Leonard-Well Land

!
~ Lizzy
Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 8:27 am
by jarkko
Yes, John, I remember it very well. Eija and I were staying in the line,
waiting for the train, and then someone came from behind and asked
whether we are the guys from Finland going to the Cohen Event... We were very stunned!
Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 3:47 pm
by lizzytysh
What serendipity! How did you
guess 
they were them!?!
Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 10:01 pm
by Sophistikitten
I haven't met Leonard unfortunately - I don't think I could muster up a word if I were given the chance! However, my boyfriend did accidently spill a drink on him years ago at a drinking hole here in Montreal.

Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 10:50 pm
by lizzytysh
Hi Sophistikitten ~
Were either of
them able to muster up a word

? Welcome to the Forum

.
~ Lizzytysh
Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 12:13 am
by Sophistikitten
Thank you for the welcome!
Well, from what my boyfriend told me - he didn't look pleased as he was with a lady friend who looked amused at the accident. I suppose he should have been paying attention to where he was walking (the boyfriend, not Leonard) instead of looking at the lady friend's cleavage, haha.
Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 12:16 am
by lizzytysh
Oh, geez ~ insult added to injury

!
Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 8:44 am
by docck
I'm so envious of you who can meet LC on the street or in bar. Mr. Cohen never came to Russia and, I'm afraid, never will. And I've no chance to meet him anywhere. So sad for me.
Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 11:43 pm
by Helen Shapiro
Many years ago, maybe around 1972 or 1973, I was just a teenager at the time, I went often to a little coffee house in Montreal called the Yellow Door. One night, the featured performer was the daughter of Irving Layton, the poet who was a mentor to Leonard. Leonard was there that night and we exchanged a few words.
Helen
Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 11:48 pm
by lizzytysh
How interesting, Helen. What kind of performing did Irving's daughter do? Poetry, singing, or something else? Welcome to the Forum

!
Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2004 3:30 am
by Helen Shapiro
lizzytysh wrote:How interesting, Helen. What kind of performing did Irving's daughter do? Poetry, singing, or something else? Welcome to the Forum

!
Thanks for the welcome.
Naomi Layton was a singer-songwriter who accompanied herself on the guitar. I've not seen or heard of her since then.
Helen
Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2004 4:49 am
by lizzytysh
Hi Helen ~
You really didn't offer additional comment; however, can you tell me how she was? Did she perform admirably? Was the content of her songs poetically powerful, as one might anticipate the daughter of Irving Layton to write, particuarly someone who opts to sing them, accompanying herself?
~ Lizzy
Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2004 3:13 am
by Helen Shapiro
Hi Lizzy,
It was a long time ago and in those days I was seeing folksingers perform four or five times a week. How the performance was has long since slipped from my memory. What was memorable about that night was meeting LC.
I could be wrong, but so far as I know, Naomi Layton never pursued a performing career beyond that night in a little coffee house.
Helen