Leonard writes words that address what it means to be in a human skin. I’ve read poetry that has as much beauty as Leonard’s work, but in the world of music, Leonard is a rarity. He’s heavy, weighted heavy on the side of describing things that go on inside a heart, what it feels like to be here. He might err on the side of the dark because his own depression has informed everything. His loneliness has informed everything. Being a Jew has informed everything; his mother escaped the Russian pogroms. He’ll err on the side of lament.
From Playing with Cohen by Brad Buchholz, Austin American-Statesman. March 31, 2009. The photo is a gift from Jennifer Warnes.