Leonard Cohen’s Yelp Reviews, a parody of Yelp reviews ostensibly written by the Canadian singer-songwriter, is a clever enough idea that triggers its share of chuckles, but the product might have been more effective had it been executed with in a style less at odds with Cohen’s gravitas and tone (of course, anyone who could emulate Cohen’s sensibilities and wordcraft would be better advised to churn out songs and poems rather than humorous posts) if the humor relied less, for example, on references to bedbugs causing perineal rashes. than on allusions to Cohen’s work and life.
To illustrate my contention, I offer a comparison. The following sample is from the original piece
Below is my own 5 AM quickie improvisation on the same theme:
Note: This is actually my Chelsea Hotel Review #2, a revised version of the first iteration.
The Chelsea Hotel has earned its reputation as the residence of choice for poets trying to make it as folk/rock singers in the Big Apple. Service, however, is at best casual, as evidenced by my room’s unmade bed the night I managed to hook up with a female singer whose name you would recognize if I told you it was Janis Joplin – oh, drat, I’ve let the cat out the bag; well, now, everybody knows. Anyway, if you’re the Bob Dylan, Patti Smith, Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac sort of artist in the existential angst phase of your career, the Chelsea is the place to be. If you have already achieved iconic status, you may well be happier with your own place in, say, central Los Angeles or even staying in a cabin on Mount Baldy.
Well, I think it’s funnier my way; your mileage may vary.
Note: Originally posted Apr 19, 2012 at DrHGuy.com, a predecessor of Cohencentric