I'm likely to bail at intermission of ANYTHING.  With trepidation I signed up for the Leonard Cohen concert at Madison Square Garden, home of slap back echoes from the upper tier sport boxes.  Nancy had decided to go to this concert when she was seventeen.  There was much to anticipate.

Now, I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord

I worry about dross overpowering beauty, but soon relax.

There is no perfect offering
Let the bells ring that can still ring
There is a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in
 
The light did get in, despite the acoustics, despite the inevitable physical discomfort, despite the Manhattan traffic.  The voice was muffled, though deeper and confident with humorous asides.

There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter what you heard

Skipping off the stage, musical but no body rhythm, like John Lennon,. 
Three encores, full of respect for the band and us.

I tried to leave you, I don't deny
I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times. 

I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch