RIP Leonard Cohen; “I’m Your Man”…Jewish Blues at its finest; an explanation of “Shivah” follows…by Chuck Duboff

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© Chuck Duboff: in our Jewish faith, there is a seven day mourning period called Shivah, when someone passes away.  During this time, family and friends gather to celebrate the life of the person who has moved on…Leonard Cohen was a devout Jew; he passed away last Monday, but family and friends kept it quiet.  His body was flown from Los Angeles to his home of Montreal and last Thursday the funeral was held at the synagogue which Leonard regularly attended.  As much as his music was spiritual in nature, his devotion to his culture and religion brought him great solace in life.

As a tribute to Leonard, I will post his wonderful music for seven days; this is my way of sitting Shivah for a man who deeply inspired me, whose insight into life, whose understanding and expression brought some clarity to this complex journey we are all on…

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I hugged a stranger yesterday 

So I went for breakfast the other morning.  Great eggs Benidict, the best, greatest.  As I was drinking my coffee.  Actually the first cups in years.  I heard a woman talking about politics, not strange but the passion she had was immense.  I was at the counter to pay my bill, and I just went over and hugged her.  Not a creepy groping hug but a tender loving hug.

She looked up in bewildered silence and said I was wondering who hugged me.  I replied I had heard her speach and thought she needed a hug.   I payed my bill and exited.  

I remember you well

At the chelsea hotel,

Good night sweet Montreal Bard.

A Canadian Icon died today, that gravel voiced poet. Who dared us to stay till closing time, prodded to the future, and made us want it darker.  We are a more because of your words and less without you.  

You want it darker, I’m ready my lord. Let’s kill the flame.

Well America Ya’ll did it

My readers could be expecting a huge rant today after I virtually hid under a pillow and wished yesterday away.

But I can’t do that because I am Canadian, we tolerate bullshit, fuck even bat shit cray cray, we elected Steven Harper TWICE.  So that says something.

But what has happened downstairs from my appartment is like cops electing the crack dealer that lives there.

But I live in Canada and I don’t have a dealer.  So honesty, women why? you alone could have turned the vote?

People of ethnically different colors, where did you go?  Were you oppressed, stopped from voting?

I want to know, Canada wants to know

It’s finally nice to see Americans working together again

You who follow me know I am Canadian,  hockey snow ice all of that.

I but I spent the night watching baseball,  the world series no less.  And I am so Happy for the Cubs. 

The masses of people who said it couldn’t happen,  one club who had no shot and another club who held on all year. I am happy for the tired hungry masses,  who yearn to break free and feel. 

I saw support for both clubs jumping and celebrating.  Lovin what they do,  in excitement and peace. 

We all love to fight hard,  back our teams,  play fair.    Play Ball

Tears fall on Hyena Road. 

Anyone who knows me knows the joker, the friend or my sharp scarcasam that can really sting.  Well i hate to tell you friend you hardly know me at all.  And as it turns out apparently I didnt either.  Well not really anyway.

Was just sitting at home watching a Canadian War Film Heyna Road, watching friends chums and the foings on in Afganistan. I have never seen the Canadian Armed Forces shown in quite this way.  Most movies gloss over the Candian sacrifice, at the end one half of the couple gets blown up only a day after he learns his Captain is pregnant with their child.

Something in me just let go and the waterfall started, I empathized with the bunch back at base. After having lost so much myself.  I don’t cry as a rule but i just let them pour down my face not trying to stop them at all.  My closest partners have always said why don’t you ever smile? I am content and happy inside but apparently very emotionless at the times it maters most. At least on the outside.  

Conversly don’t let myself feel sad, always trying to keep control that middle ground for my emotions. So tonight I got sad and I cried, maybe tomorrow I’ll let myself smile.  Not for the crowd but just for me.  When I fight to keep everything neutral, when things go wrong they go really wrong in all sorts of ways. 

Thanks for listening.