Catherine Cohen: Come For Me – Pleasance Courtyard, Edinburgh
As a Cohen virgin I really didn’t know what to expect. What I got was a sweet hour of blissful humour and catchy, clever songs, backed by live music at the hands of a mysteriously talented woman.
Or should I call her, a destruction machine, an angst-filled cluster-bomb, dressed as a sweet singing Disney princess who’s slain us all from song one. Hitting here and here and here, with looks and flicks and strings of words that seem to land with tiny implosions. Littering!
She points towards me. But it’s not me it’s the guy next to me. Thank God! Not that she’s a roaster, she’s far too nice for that. But still, you do not want her sharp wit, her hot intellect upon you like the Eye of Sauron. Or maybe you do!?
Anyway, no, she’s pointing at the professional photographer to my left. ...