TVD’s The Idelic Hour with Jon Sidel

Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, You were talking so brave and so sweet, Giving me head on the unmade bed, While the limousines wait in the street.

Those were the reasons and that was New York, We were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song, Probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe, You just turned your back on the crowd, You got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don’t need you, I need you, I don’t need you, And all of that jiving around.

Stunned, I really can’t remember a week like this since I started doing the The Idelic Hour. I guess I can only compare this week to that of 9/11, the LA Riots, and the Northridge Earthquake.

Emotions are running high. Not only has Trump become president, but Leonard Cohen is gone. Sad, sad, and sad. My friend Greg is a LAUD high school teacher. He told me school has stopped in LA. Latino students fall in two categories—violently angry or in tears. Our kids are scared and confused. The New Yorker magazine’s Tuesday edition: “The American Tragedy.”

And Leonard Cohen is dead.

I woke up this morning and thought of a fisherman’s saying, “Red sky at night sailors delight. Red sky at morn, sailor be warned.”

It looks like a storm is coming. My advice—get organized. Get your family, music, and “essentials” within reach. Stay calm and focused and ride it out.

The Idelic Hit of the Week: Sean Rowe – To Leave Something Behind

He was a poet, a playa, a songwriter who made us daydream about beautiful women. RIP L Cohen.

L. Cohen RIP poet & playa

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