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Rebecca De Mornay wears his sweatshirts.
No one, however, does trash disposal like Leonard Cohen.
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You know what this is?
Cohen intones, the sound of the Lord on a bad day.
Its old-fashioned French incense.
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You just light it and stand there.
At 58, hes even older than most aging baby- boomer rock stars, whom he calls mere boys.
Have you had any of our famous Montreal bagels?
Cohen asks her attentively.The two have been a rumored item for five years.
She coproduced one song onThe Future, and he accompanied her to the Oscars telecast last year.
After a while, Cohen looks at her and says, Thats a nice shirt.
She giggles: Well, its yours, actually.
I first heard you when I was 10, says De Mornay, sitting next to Cohen.
And I remember it did put me to sleep.
But it was comforting, too.
Cohen has elicited both of those responses throughout the idiosyncratic journey he calls a career.
Born and raised in Montreal, he published his first collection of poems in 1956.
Two novels and more poetry followed; then, in 1967, he recorded an album.
Songs of Leonard Cohen established him as a musician as well as a writer.
Judy Collins had a hit with Suzanne, and his musical career was off and running.
Or off and crawling.
His 1988 comeback,Im Your Man, was hailed as the return of a conquering hero.
Eighteen alternative bands, including R.E.M.
and the Pixies, recorded Cohens tunes on a 1991 tribute,Im Your Fan.
One idea on my new record is that the human predicament has no solution, he says.
We were tossed out of the garden; this isnt paradise.
And to look for perfect solutions is a very difficult burden to bear.
Thats my theme: Its a mess- thank God.
That whiff of homicide and destruction is in ones psyche now.
I say this now and nobody raises an eyebrow, he shrugs, relaxing a bit.
But Ive been saying it for a long time.
Theyre just not raising their eyebrows so high anymore.
Rebecca De Mornay makes his travel plans, too.
Sitting with De Mornay in his kitchen as snow sprinkles his patio, Cohen suddenly utters a phone number.
Is that my cue?
Cohen calmly states, to no one in particular, Well, we should make reservations.
She goes over to the phone.
Need any more reasons?
