Sviresøstrene havde gang i ’slå først Frede teknikken,’ hvor
én af os skulle være den første til at købe billetter til begge til et givent
arrangement. Undertegnede havde købt billetter til Roskilde først til os
begge, og Löjhatti svarede stærkt igen med billetter til elskede Leonard Cohen. Der var bare ét men. Koncerten lå lørdag aften midt i Roskilde. Vi
tænkte, at det måtte gå som det nu kunne. Vi havde som udgangspunkt i tankerne
at tage turen tilbage til urinstanken efter koncerten ved midnat.
Vi var hjemme i normale omgivelser i god tid, og efter en
times langt bad (undskyld klima) mødtes vi igen. Foran Kongens Have.
Velduftende og rene bestilte vi den første øl, og legenden gik på. Det var en
stille koncert. Fra udblæste trommehinder og hjerne ud dagen før, stod vi nu
med tilspidsede ører og sagte toner fra velsignende, taknemmelig, lille
foroverbøjet mand med lyserøde Rosenborg til højre for os og en brændende
solnedgang bag scenen. Halleluja. Respekten fra scenen strømmede ud til publikum, der gavmildt gav plads til alle.
Det var den
smukkeste koncertoplevelse at være vidne til. Det føltes som om, vi kun
var små tyve mennesker. Tiden stod stille. Den lille jøde der holdte biblen og
os i sin hule hånd fik himlens klokker til at ringe. Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything - That's how the light gets in.
Vi tog naturligvis ikke tilbage til stanken den nat, men flød fra koncerten i den rene luft og ud i nattens København med Cohenvelsignelser i sindet.
I remember
you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were
talking so mousy and so scary
Hitting rat’s
head from the unmade bed
While the siren’s
wailing in the streets
Those were the seasons and that was New York
We were running to get money and the flash
And that was called continental for the workers in
song
Probably still is for those of them left
Ah, but you got away, didn't you Mickey?
You just turned your back on the cheddar
You got away, you never once heard me say
I’ll eat you, I don't need you
I’ll eat you, I don't need you
And all of that limping around
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were invasive, your rabies was a legend
You told me again you preferred cheesy zen
But for us you would make an exception
And gritting your teeth for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of physics
You fixed yourself, and said, "Well never mind
You are perfect and you have the music"
And then you got away, didn't you Mickey?
You just turned your back on the cheddar
You got away, you never once heard me say
I’ll eat you, I don't need you
I’ll eat you, I don't need you
And all of that limping around
I don't mean to suggest that I hit you the best
I can't keep track of each fallen rodent
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't even think of you that often
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