EDMONTON -- I once put Leonard Cohen to sleep. At the time he was the bad boy of Canadian poetry, upsetting the establishment and delighting horny Canlit undergrads who were assigned his gloriously dirty book, Beautiful Losers.

The reclusive Cohen made a habit of not sleeping. When he arrived in the studio he had not seen a bed - or a shower - in days. We put him in the set, hit him with the warm lights and he passed out. I never got the interview, but it did give me the chance to read all of his works.
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