Leonard Cohen, poet, genius, and gentleman, has died at the age of 82. I interviewed him two years ago in a banquet room at the Canadian Consulate in Los Angeles, and although I didn’t have a lot of time in his presence, every sentence he uttered was a pearl. I wrote two completely different articles about our encounter, both for Rolling Stone. One was an article largely about the making of the album. (“I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t court women. So I have a lot of free time.”) The other was an interview covering everything from sandwiches to what he wanted his legacy to be. (“There are certain truths that are in a dormant stage that you can’t always locate or be nourished by.”) Play his music and toast him as he ascends to the Leonard Cohen afterworld that Kurt Cobain dreamed of.