Seattle Post Globe – Review: Live at the Isle of Wight

Once in a while, though, the poet breaks through to the people and poetry becomes prophecy. The world stops spinning for a sacred moment in which everyone joins the dance. Such an occasion was the 31st of August, 1970, at four in the morning, when, after five days of wallowing in their own sludge, 600,000 people awoke to a similarly ragged and haunted Leonard Cohen. For one angelic hour, both performer and audience occupied the column of smoke that rose from the singer’s breath and was carried away by passing clouds. – Seattle Post Globe, March 8, 2010