It's advent, one of my favourite times of year, and this Leonard Cohen farewell album typifies that cold night by the fire aesthetic.
The build up to Christmas often gets lauded as a commercial fuck-around, but I had three cheeseburgers last Sunday and just avoided it.
I think I walked around 15 kilometers in the sun, it started snowing at some point too - I don't deliberately try and be off-kilter to not wear a christmas jumper or bake gingerbread, but I'd eat Goose if served some.
The deep baritone is not even croaky at this ripe old age; it was carved before he caved in. There's a voice welded like deep cut steel, trenched, mined, experienced. "You want it darker?" he asks the listener. Yes we do, no ice.
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