“Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today, we revisit Leonard Cohen at the end of history, wielding the darkest, glossiest, most bizarrely righteous songs of his career.”
“The star procession flowed over a garish red carpet and into the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion for the 1992 Academy Awards. Amid the swell of celebrated people, Leonard Cohen (who arrived on the arm of his lover and occasional coarranger, Rebecca De Mornay) went wholly unnoticed. It suited him fine. Cohen hovers above popular success. He […]”
