Reading Cohen on Christmas morning/Poems of love and loss and yearning
Every morning he switches on the radio to my favourite station. He hopes it will help. Most of the time I barely notice it.
Flashback to the sixties, people living in the cities you got beatniks crossed with hippies sporting horizontal stripes and small goatees play a jazzy, minor chord, learn to smoke, renounce the lord
Photo by Eric Algra. Geelong Library 2016. Rijn Collins was part of our very first show, at the Williamstown Literary Festival in 2014. But she wasn't there. Laryngitis. A croaky, very croaky, voice rang to apologise. The band, and a fill-in narrator, performed her very dry, very funny travel story about Jackson by [...]
It’s a raucous, shambolic, ranting wreck of a song, which ends with a well-oiled Leonard chanting.