I saw a kinda funny / kinda sad thing in the crap rag masquerading as my local paper. Apparently Leonard Cohen (Mr. Bird on a wire) is completely broke! While he was busy collecting all our mom's panties for the last 2 decades, his finances were being grossly mismanaged and POOF! they're gone.

I hereby call upon all good people to put ten bucks in the guys pocket (maybe buy "Dear Heather" it was really good). Come on people who else has provided raspy voiced poetic soft rock that you can have dirty sex too.

Rise up Cohen fans, assemble and march to your cd stores of choice....

....first we take manhattan........

"Dear Neal, I believed in you. I depended on you," Cohen wrote in November 2004. "When things went wrong, does it make any sense that you would make your warnings available to the only person in the cosmos who had an interest in deceiving me? A single, simple email informing me that my accounts were being emptied would have been enough. I answered EVERY SINGLE EMAIL you ever sent me. Fortunately, I have them all.

"Face up to it, Neal," the email continues, "and square your shoulders: You were the trusted guardian of my assets, and you let them slip away . . . Restore what you lost, and sleep well."

From "A 'devastated' Leonard Cohen"

And there's not a single Cohen song I'd ever want to have dirty sex to.

That is one of the wierdest things I've ever read.