LEONARD COHEN’S HAT (or Welcome To The Future)
This is the future.
That’s right, you have been told it is the present but that’s wrong.
It’s a trick played by those in power to keep us all under control.
This is the future. The one we were all warned against so many years ago. The one in which the coldness of technology and robotics take over from humanity.
Oh, we still make movies about the future, some time when times are even worse than now, but what else can we do? The future is the future and it will not be denied.
But, as I said, this is the future.
I don’t care if you were born in 1924 as my father was. Or in 1952 as I was. This is the future. Face it, I’m right.
Look around you. Do people seem better now than in the past? Do they seem to have figured out what it means to be human? Or are you, like me, horrified at what passes for humanity these days?
Don’t you watch those old movies, shot in reality-magnifying black and white, and think that people were smarter then, better dressed, and more aware of every action, every word? Didn’t they seem more aware of the impact of their existence on others?
Don’t you have, somewhere deep inside you, the desire to wear a Fedora? And to raise it at the very sight of an attractive woman? And ladies, don’t you wear somewhere on your delicious bodies the female equivalent that you keep secret from us? You keep it secret because if it were ever revealed to be as simple as a hat, the world would collapse in a heap of pointless fucking. Nothing would have any reason or purpose. And you could never again dream of a man raising his hat for you in subtle, erotic salute.
Isn’t this the reason we attend Leonard Cohen concerts? What other explanation could there be for sitting in an audience watching a man in his seventies croon his way into every corner of devotion and longing? We go because we saw the photos of him wearing that hat. And raising it to the audience every time it erupts in applause. We are the woman. Leonard is the seducer.
Bob Dylan wears a hat these days too. But it lacks the power of Leonard’s hat. It is another disguise, another character, another mask. Women do not go moist when he raises it. It is men who think that the raising of this hat reveals the man. And men, as always, are wrong. Bob could hide behind a hat because he was hiding from men. Leonard hid temporarily beneath his hat because he had already revealed himself to women and needed a veil, a curtain from behind which he could reappear and claim his rightful place at the intersection of love and hate.
I myself do not wear a hat. I have tried but I just do not look good in one. In fact, when I look in the mirror, wearing a hat, I do not recognize myself. A simple thing like a hat can destroy my perception of myself. I no longer see myself, I see only the hat.
This has led me to the belief that it takes great courage and great talent to wear a hat.
And this is why I know, when I see those solid men filmed in black and white with their hats resting upon their heads as naturally as women once clothed their legs in nylon and their breasts in lace...I know, this is the future.
©2010 Dave Tutin /openD LLC
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