November 2008
This intro sounds doomerish enough for PO.com
Burning violins
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin,
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in,
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove,
Dance me to the end of love.
-- Leonard Cohen, Dance me to the end of love.
The titles we have used for Oil Sketches this year seem to have been conditioned by a gathering sense of gloom. In recent months, we have gone from Twist in My Sobriety, onto Twilight World, Dark Rainbow and Blue Moves. Not exactly cheerful then. If we were using Tanita Tikaram titles back in April, then we must now be in full-blown Leonard Cohen territory. Indeed, the global economic situation became gloomier so fast that we have not even had to pause at Lloyd Cole or Suzanne Vega. Straight to Leonard Cohen without passing go. And most worryingly for everyone involved, we have more than enough Leonard Cohen albums to provide enough titles to keep us going for a very long time.