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Wild Card, 2006. Winner of "best oral sex scene" - Scarlet Magazine. Amanda's Young Men, 2009. Excerpted in Scarlet Magazine; Juicy Bits. Sarah's Education, 2009. Hit the #1 spots on Amazon.co.uk adult fiction & adult romance best seller lists. Jade Magazine bestowed the best cover art, 2009 award on Sarah's Education. "Get Up, Stand Up!" which appeared in The Cougar Book (Logical-Lust) won me the title 'Story Teller of the Year 2011' at The Erotic Awards, London, UK. Sarah's Education took the #3 spot on a list of the 30 most titillating titles of all time, as reported in English Daily Mail ;Female; Nov. 12, 2012. Debutante, a petite novel for e-publisher Imprint Mischief, (Harper-Collins) pubbed in 2012. I tutor writing students and am a member of the WGC. D.M. Thomas said: Madeline Moore writes great sex without metaphor and that's not easy to do. Kris Saknussemm said: You're a good egg, Madeline Moore. I am a good egg who writes great sex without metaphor! Yippee!

Tuesday, 16 September 2008

Leonard Cohen

I hope you've already been to Lust Bites today (Wednesday, September 17), where my 'Crush Wednesday' post is all about Leonard Cohen. If not, go here now and join in the fun!

My Leonard Cohen anecdote:

It was the first time Leonard had played Canada in ten years. He was appearing at Massey Hall. But - how to afford tickets? My husband and I just didn't have the cash.

My good friend, who has a marvelous Leonard Cohen anecdote of her own, was listening to the radio and heard the announcer say that the first person to phone in with the correct name of the Cohen song he was playing would win two tickets to the concert! She listened to the song - and had no idea of it's name.

Undaunted, she phoned in anyway. 'My friends are huge fans,' she said. 'You have to give them these tickets!'

The announcer was having problems. No one knew the name of the song. He told her the name and said, 'Call back and if no-one's called in with the correct name in the meantime, I'll give you the tickets.'

No-one did, she called back, and won the tickets for us. Thank you forever, my friend!

The evening of the concert I was in a quandary. Not about what to say to Leonard, when we met, as I'd already memorised a number of witty, intelligent, artsy comments that would show him how worthy I was of his company. No, the question at hand was - Should I wear my glasses, the better to see Leonard in concert? Or my contacts, so that after the show, when we met, as we were fated to do, I'd be a prettier face for Leonard to focus on?

Since my memory of the concert is a dark, satisfying blur, I think I must've gone with the contacts. Oh the concert was spectacular. We were a bit late arriving, so as we walked in, Leonard was taking the stage. We arrived to applause. Our seats were fabulous. The music was divine. When it was encore time, I merely whispered,'Joan of Arc' and, as if he heard me, he whispered back the first lines of that ethereal song.

And then it was over. John and I joined a hopeful throng gathered around the stage doors. We waited for a long time, then a line of musicians exited. No Leonard. Finally a big ol' roadie stuck his head out and said, 'He's gone, folks. He's not coming out.'

I could hardly believe it. As John and I walked past the front of Massey Hall, I tried to console myself. Why feel bad about not meeting him? The concert had been everything I could've hoped for. Why cast a negative light on a perfect evening. But, I'd been so sure...

John nudged me. I glanced at him. He jerked his head to one side. Leonard Cohen was walking beside him.

Oh God! We reached the cross walk. Don't walk. The four of us (Leonard was with a big male companion, likely a bodyguard) stopped. John turned to Leonard. 'It's so good to have you back, Leonard' he said. They shook hands. John introduced me. We shook hands. I shook. 'Leonard,' I said, 'I love you.'

The light changed and Leonard went first. We watched as he strolled down the street with his pal. Suddenly, he paused, glanced over his shoulder and gave us the thumbs up.

It was as if we'd been blessed.

Sometimes I still laugh at what I said when I met Leonard Cohen. But truthfully, I think it was perfect.
We didn't have a lot of time to chat, and I spoke honestly, from the heart.

My Best Friend's Anecdote:

She was living with a musician who worked in musical theatre. One night, after the show, the cast and friends were hanging around the theatre, trying to decide what to do. It was late, probably after 1 am.
'What do you want to do?' 'I want to go for Chinese food.'
'What do you want to do?' 'I want to go home.'
'What do you want to do?' 'I want to get high.'
And then it was her turn. Her answer to, 'What do you want to do?' was simple. 'I want to meet Leonard Cohen,' she said.

The gang settled on a visit to an after hours bar. It was small, crowded, dark. At the bar sat a solitary figure - you guessed it - Leonard Cohen.

Of course, she had a terrific opening line. She sat down on the stool beside him and said, 'I told my friends earlier on this evening that I wanted to meet you, and here you are.'

They chatted for about half an hour, then Leonard left.

She's an angel, (Do you know anyone who would decide to win tickets to a Cohen concert for her friends, and actually give up the tickets once she had them in hand?) and miracles happen in her life.