I can’t say I’ve ever gone into an interview process feeling natural or at an advantage of ease. Most of the time, I find myself more nervous than that of when I’m being interviewed by a prospective employer. To interview a person, based on themselves as a person or themselves as an artist, is a lot more intimidating than most would think. When you’re an artist, you know who you are and you know what you want to deliver in speech (or at least some other creative medium) All you truly have to do is answer questions you should already know the answer to.
So this time around, it felt unusual not to feel nerves as I entered the double doors belonging to Edinburgh’s backstreet Voodoo Rooms. Along the cobbled streets dusted with snow and the strange hispanic man who followed me for the last block there, I removed my winter coat and took my seat at the bar. Again, this sensation of calm was strange to me. I didn’t understand why after such a hiatus of not interviewing anyone, I didn’t feel an ounce of doubt. This isn’t to say I felt any particular or new found confidence, perhaps it just hadn’t sunk in that I was actually about to meet with a man of such prominence and creative respect.
I guess I’d better get myself started and write about Adam Cohen. Well, it’s fairly obvious that Adam’s surname may well ring a bell with most of you. Yes, his father is Leonard Cohen. Yes, Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award Winning Leonard Cohen. Adam is the offspring of this lyrically gifted man. But allow me to make one thing very clear about the article which I am about to write – I am not here to talk about Leonard Cohen. No. I am here to talk about Adam. You see, Adam is also a musician and I believe it’s only fair that this fully grown, well established man should have an article dedicated to the consecrated nature of his own career and not the novelty of his exquisitely talented parent. In fact, that was probably the one thing I was nervous about; Accidentally mentioning his father in a way which implied I was only interested in his last name. In fact, only a mere few hours before my own interview with Adam was he on a radio show in London. The person speaking to him immediately resorted to a question about his father on first approach, Adam’s response was by calling it ‘shabby journalism’. So perhaps, on further reflection of such events, I was a little nervous after all.
I was welcomed into the main room, busy with set ups and lighting effects. Out emerged Adam from a back door, dressed in a beanie and frayed blazer. The man had been awake for goodness knows how long, and still found time to piece together an outfit. He walked straight over and grabbed my hand
“Do you want to smell something really bad?”
I didn’t really know how to respond to this. In fact, I’m not entirely sure what I said. But before I could say more, Adam, still grasping my hand with sincerity pointed over toward the back door and began to tell me about the smell of fish and chips emanating from the street. I laughed, he was so genuinely passionate about this encounter with Scottish street food. It was weird. It was great. It put me at an immediate ease as we were led to a private bar behind the sound desk. A regal room with literary charm and a wall full of whiskey, Adam and I took a seat.
Adam has a great amount of sincerity and intensity in his persona, never releasing himself from eye contact and having no confidence issues in complimenting my choice of outfit. He’s a man interested in everyone just as much as he is interested in himself. Questions fired at me and my own life before I had even lifted my laptop, and through moments of banter we directed ourselves toward the formality that comes with a casual Fresh Independence interview.
Kristina – I read that you scrapped your initial album and- Wait, did you write an album before? And then you just scrapped it and started again?
Adam – I did, is this recording?
Suddenly Adams eyes darted toward my laptop sitting on the nearby dining table.
Kristina – Is that okay?