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Tour manager Mile Scoble takes a breather as the week wraps. This is a big weekend at Camp Cohen as the rest of the band descends on Los Angeles. Tour rules apply, if the bunkhouse is rockin’, don’t come a’knockin.
Now we’re cooking with gas here at Camp Cohen. Faithful bass/harp tech Chris Bynum is kicking up dust in deep storage as he directs a truck pack of gear heading to rehearsals.
cheesecrackerdevice: naipan: A Series of Sketches: “Chelsea Hotel No. 2” by Leonard Cohen. Photographs by Oliver Morris I’m screaming on the inside.
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin
Last night I heard you making love to him
The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb
The grunt of unity when he came in
I stood there with my ear against the wall
I was not seized by jealousy at all
In fact a burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control
A heavy burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control.
Spring cleaning is in full effect here at Camp Cohen and a years rust is being sanded off the metal.
Take a long time with your anger,
Don’t waste it in riots.
Don’t tangle it with ideas.
The Devil won’t let me speak,
will only let me hint
that you are a slave,
your misery a deliberate policy
of those in whose thrall you suffer,
and who are sustained
by your misfortune.
The atrocities over there,
the interior paralysis over here—
Pleased with the better deal?
You are clamped down.
You are being bred for pain.
The Devil ties my tongue.
I’m speaking to you,