fifteen.

around this age i found a battered cassette on the ledge behind the kitchen stove that introduced me to the lyrical greatness of Leonard Cohen. i remember my aunt telling me how much she had loved him when she was that age. the solitary, rhythmic monotone still reminds me of sitting in my bed, writing through the angst of my teenagerdom.

recently, I came across a fantastic set of covers done by the Walkmen (they require a whole different set of stories), diligently captured by the good people over at Daytrotter. go check out their take on Leonard.