“The World Moves In Mysterious Ways…”

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“The world moves in mysterious ways…”

I was thinking of the refrain in my friend Parthenon Huxley’s song Bazooka Joe, about how some critical question in his life was answered when he opened a piece of gum and read the comic inside. I was thinking of this in my shower. I was thinking about this because the water was flowing strongly, it was the perfect temperature and I was feeling as good as a person can possibly feel. Two weeks before I was on the Greek island of Kea, in a bathroom so small you had to sit down to use the shower and the water trickled out either too hot or too cold. I was thinking about how great it had been to live on a Greek island for six months and wake up and look out my window at the ships passing in the Cavo d Oro and be able to get in my car and drive 5 minutes to a beautiful sandy beach with turquoise sea and about how it didn’t rain almost the whole time we were there. And yet here I was in North Carolina with gray skies and rain outside and a list of seemingly pointless chores before me and I was really happy.

“The world moves in mysterious ways…”

It had started with two transferred North Carolina basketball players, a couple point guards named Brian Morrison and Adam Boone who disliked coach Matt Dougherty and left the program the year before he was fired. I had just turned on the TV to see the end of a game between Virginia and Minnesota and the thought came into my head. “Whatever happened to those two guards who transferred?” I could not even remember their names. No sooner had that thought flashed in my mind when I heard the announcer say “Guard Adam Boone, a transfer from North Carolina is coming in”.

Cool! Somebody is listening to me!

The next morning the phone rang. It was Parthenon. “Guess who scored 32 points for UCLA last night?”

“Brian Morrison?” (of course)

I told Parthenon about the game last night and we laughed at the thought of God leaving the side of some person in dire circumstances to answer my merely curious question about what had happened to these two Carolina players. If God comes so quickly for something so insignificant I am either very important or else this is totally normal and can and does happen to everyone and they simply don’t notice.

“The world moves in Mysterious ways…”

Which brings me to Leonard Cohen. (what?!!!)

A few years ago I was with my friend Elizabeth Boleman-Herring listening to a tape of an interview she had done with Leonard Cohen when he had returned to Greece for a concert on Lycavettus and to do a BBC documentary on the island of Hydra where he had lived for a year or so and written his best songs. Leonard Cohen had been on the fringes of our little ex-pat society in the early seventies. Everyone we knew had some kind of contact with him. Some knew him well. Some had been with him at a large table in a taverna and some had slept with him or someone from one of his songs. (My only connection was when his step-son Axyl stayed over our house in Agia Paraskevis with the McGee kids who lived in Hydra. Axyl had a crush on my sister and followed her home.)

“You should send your music to Leonard Cohen.” Elizabeth told me after the interview was over. (It was not actually over. She just didn’t want to play the last twenty minutes when he tries to talk her into going to bed with him).

“Really? Do you think he’d like my music?” I asked, in those hopeful innocent years.

“No. I think he will hate your music because it is better than his.” (Actual Quote)

“Well, why would he help me?” I asked, confused. Elizabeth gave me some kind of answer in a language that was more artistic and esoteric than I was able to comprehend  in those days, about ego, artists and the twisted way they view the world, their own talent and their competition. An artist helps another artist that he is jealous of so that he can have power over him, or to sabotage him, or because he saw it as something he was ‘supposed to do’. It sounded more like me helping my best friend get together with my ex-girlfriend so that I could have sex with her again. Anyway it did not matter because I did not give the idea of presenting my music to Leonard Cohen a second thought….

…until August of 1990 when I was driving in upstate New York in my little green BMW 2002 with no plan and no idea where to go to spend the rest of the summer. Somewhere, I saw the road sign to Montreal and I thought “Why don’t I drive up and give a tape to Leonard Cohen?” (What happens to our sense of adventure as we get older?) I pointed my car north on the New York State Thruway and picked up the first hitch-hiker I saw, a young guy from France. When we got to the border we both had to go inside and answer some questions. They let me go right away but I hung around so we could continue together after they finished with him. I heard him say to the border official “I am staying at zee house of Leonard Cohen.”

(Pretty weird right? You  probably think I am making this up.)

When they finished interrogating my new French pal  we got back in the car and continued our journey. Sure enough he was a friend of Leonard Cohen’s daughter, staying with her in Montreal. We drove into the city and up Rue Saint Laurant and parked right in front of Leonard Cohen’s house. He brought me in and up the stairs to a place that did not look like any house of Leonard Cohen. Newspapers and sleeping bags all over the floor. Little if any furniture. Several young people, reading, smoking, sleeping. “This is the house of Leonard Cohen?” I asked in disillusionment. Was he a junkie now?

“This is where his daughter lives. Leonard Cohen lives next door.”

I wandered around the neighborhood and by chance found a Greek restaurant owned by someone from my grandmother’s village. A woman named Electra recognized me and we talked. She gave me her number and the address of her restaurant. (We are still good friends!) I walked back to get my car, still parked in front of Leonard Cohen’s house. There on the steps, smoking a cigarette was Leonard Cohen. I approached him cautiously, not wishing to startle him and send him scurrying back to the safety of his house.

“Hi Leonard” (maybe I said Mr. Cohen…I don’t remember but it was an awkward moment). I introduced myself as a ‘fan’. OK I was not a true fan. I liked his songs but I did not have any of his albums. I knew his stuff because my friend Dorian Kokas, who performed with me at the Old Captain Bar in Sifnos, was a big fan and played a couple Cohen songs every night. Plus every guy in Greece in the early seventies knew the first album backwards and forewords because that is what our girlfriends would want to hear when we got stoned together. A bottle of retsina, a hash joint and ‘The Songs of Leonard Cohen’ filled the evenings and Sunday afternoons of many a Greek-American hippy chick in those days.

Greetings from mutual friends in Hydra opened the door to a night of conversation with Leonard Cohen on his front steps and in the Samos Bakery where we went to get fresh bread, just like on a Greek island. Montreal was changing, he told me. The city was being French-o-fied and he confessed that he did not know what to do or where to go. He said he did not speak French. (How could Leonard Cohen not speak French.) “I don’t really like LA”, he told me. “But in my apartment the sun rises in one window and sets in the other”. This did not seem to me a good enough reason to live in a city you don’t like. But I am not Leonard Cohen. When we said goodnight I told him I would bring him a tape, which I did the next day. He accepted it like it was a Holy Sacrament and gave me a little Buddhist bow. But he never called me.



For the next week I kept running into him. I would go to a deli and there in the corner was Leonard Cohen, his daughter and a friend. It was like I was subconsciously stalking him. I found myself avoiding Leonard Cohen! After awhile the force of nature stopped putting Leonard Cohen in my path and except for buying The Essential Leonard Cohen, the poet disappeared from my life.

… until this morning in the shower when I was thinking about how happy I was to be there and how “…the world moves in mysterious ways”. I suddenly realized what he meant when he told me about the sun rising and setting in his apartment in LA. Life is made up of moments. Some are deep and profound and leave an imprint. For him one such moment was the sun setting in smoggy Los Angeles, probably a spectacular sight. Moments that fuel me are things like sitting in a cafe in a port watching the ferry leave, or walking through the fish market on Athinas street. A sunny day, a song, a photo or any number of stimulus can trigger one of these moments in my mind and create a nostalgia so intense I feel that if I can’t be in Greece at this moment I will die.

Until today, when I realized that these moments are everywhere and occur all the time if we choose to be aware of them. Heaven is not across an ocean. Heaven is everywhere in the best and worst of times, waiting to be noticed. Heaven is in the moment. Not a particular moment that you look back on and attempt to recreate over and over until it becomes robbed of its power. Any moment. Anywhere. Anytime.

So like Parthenon Huxley finding inspiration in a gum wrapper which led to his song Bazooka Joe… Adam Boone, Brian Morrison and Leonard Cohen all got together in my shower and inspired me to see the magic of the world that we either take for granted or spend so much time trying to figure it out that we miss the point. If life is getting you down, dreaming of far away places can help. So can taking time to notice the things we truly enjoy, like a hot shower, a sunset, and words of wisdom in places we least expect to find them.


[learn_more caption=”More on Leonard Cohen”] Leonard Cohen is far from retirement with the release of his newest album ‘Popular Problems’ which arrived in stores just two days after his 80th birthday this September. Popular Problems is Cohen’s 13th studio album and is hitting number one in many countries on the iTunes chart. Jazzy, bluesy, and calming, it just makes you want to kick off your shoes, pour a drink, and relax. We at Hellenic Lifestyle downloaded the album and are fond of the ‘Did I Ever Love You’ track. Listening to the lyrics, “The lemon trees blossom. The almond trees whither.”,  makes one wonder if he chose this metaphor with images of his days back in Hydra where lemon and almond tress are throughout the island.

Cohen, a young man, owned a home on Hydra that he bought for only 1500 dollars in 1960. The purchase was a difficult one, as many legal acquirements are in Greece, but although a challenging process, he later said it was the smartest thing he ever did. Many artists of the past and present, find Hydra with its quiet slow paced lifestyle and the muses of nature at every turn in its glorious beauty, inspiring. Still today it is an island of solitude, as there are no vehicles allowed on the island and donkey is the method of travel. Yet, in its solitude, it is still very cosmopolitan as the world visits and meets there. Cohen enjoyed the Hellenic lifestyle, and his time spent there helped mold his songs, poetry and writings.

By Hellenic Lifestyle  [/learn_more]



Matt Barrett’s travel guide –About Hydra



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1 Comment

  1. susy @aegeansea

    November 2, 2014 at 10:51 am

    Kea! That’s where you got me first, as I’ve been & know what you mean! What a story! Great article!

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