When Leonard Cohen was twenty-five, he was living in London, sitting in cold rooms writing sad poems.
He got by on a three-thousand-dollar grant from the Canada Council for the Arts.
He started doing porn when he was 18, and it paid his bills until recently.
So one way to talk tough without having to be gangster is to claim you can steal someone's girl, which is pretty cool and doesn't have to be violent.
When you (all of you) were away, Cole and his eyebrows stuck around, only getting more comfortable.
This was 1960, long before he played the festival at the Isle of Wight in front of six hundred thousand people.
In those days, he was a Jamesian Jew, the provincial abroad, a refugee from the Montreal literary scene.
An English dentist had just yanked one of his wisdom teeth.
After weeks of cold and rain, he wandered into a bank and asked the teller about his deep suntan.
Hold on to your dreams and always strive to achieve your goals.
Some way to the right of Pazhani were Joseph and Jane Clementi.
Jane Clementi, who has very straight bangs, wore a gold crucifix.