Leonard Cohen, singer-songwriter and poet, comments on hard work and keeping notebooks of ideas:<\/p>\n
Do you mean that you’re trying to reach something that is outside your immediate realm of thought?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
My immediate realm of thought is bureaucratic and like a traffic jam. My ordinary state of mind is very much like the waiting room at the DMV. Or, as I put it in a quatrain, “The voices in my head, they don’t care what I do, they just want to argue the matter through and through.”<\/em><\/p>\n
So to penetrate this chattering and this meaningless debate that is occupying most of my attention, I have to come up with something that really speaks to my deepest interest. Otherwise I nod off in some way or another. So to find that song, that urgent song, takes a lot of versions and a lot of work and a lot of sweat.<\/em><\/p>\n
But why shouldn’t my work be hard? \u00a0Almost everybody’s work is hard. One is distracted by this notion that there is such a thing as inspiration, that it comes fast and easy. And some people are graced by that style. I’m not. So I have to work as hard as any stiff, to come up with the payload.\u00a0…<\/em><\/p>\n
What does that work consist of?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
Just versions. I will drag you upstairs after the vacuuming stops and I will show you version after version after version of some of the tunes on this new album.<\/em><\/p>\n
You do have whole notebooks of songs?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
Whole notebooks. I’m very happy to be able to speak this way to fellow craftsmen. Some people may find it encouraging to see how slow and dismal and painstaking is the process.<\/em><\/p>\n
For instance, a song like “Closing Time” began as a song in 3\/4 time with a really strong, nostalgic, melancholy country feel. Entirely different words. … And I recorded the song and I sang it. And I choked over it. Even though another singer could have done it perfectly well. It’s a perfectly reasonable song. And a good one, I might say. A respectable song. But I choked over it. There wasn’t anything that really addressed my attention. The finishing of it was agreeable because it’s always an agreeable feeling. But when I tried to sing it I realized it came from my boredom and not from my attention. It came from my desire to finish the song and not from the <\/em>urgency\u00a0to locate a construction that would engross me.<\/em><\/p>\n
So I went to work again. Then I filled <\/em>another notebook\u00a0from beginning to end with the lyric, or the attempts at the lyric, which eventually made it onto the album. So most of [my songs] have a dismal history, like the one I’ve just accounted.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n