Can still remember the look of astonishment on Lisa's face. She was incredulous. "You don't know Leonard Cohen??" I was born and raised in Erie, PA......and, yes; typically, about twenty years behind every curve, in everything. Lisa was a New Yawkuh. 'Nuff said.

Hallelujah just bit me. The dead magazine. The dove. It was as if you had been there, all along.

Your tower of stories in song, looped til they were raw, imbued every cell in my body thereafter. My seventh grade general music class looked at me with new-found wonder when I played you. Yours are still the verses I use to send the message that even I cannot put into words - me, Tony the Barber's daughter. Every time you show up, you make poetry the honey and the manna in the wilderness, on the harp of the better angel. Thank you for pouring your soul out of your body. Because of you, we feel, and then we know.