Date: Tue, Dec 1, 2015 at 8:51 AM
Subject: Re: Leonard Cohen's Birthday - September 2015
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Vogue and Conde Nast,
I have followed up on this matter and your website still contains highly slanderous and fraudulent accusations about me. There is a great deal of information in the public domain that would permit the journalist to properly address the totality of circumstances. I have provided you with two cases before Los Angeles Superior Court (Cohen’s fraud default judgment matter and Cohen’s fraud domestic violence order matter) that you should feel free to review. Many of the documents are also available. Leonard Cohen failed to serve me with his lawsuit. He obtained a fraudulent default judgment that is nothing other than a fabricated narrative and defense to allegations that he committed criminal tax fraud. Cohen used this as an opportunity to steal my share of intellectual property, withhold commissions due for services rendered, and steal my ownership interest in numerous corporate entities. Leonard Cohen is not the corporate entities but does appear intent on arguing alter ego, self-dealing, money laundering, and co-mingling of assets. Leonard Cohen should have repaid his nearly $6.7 million in loans/expenditures from the so-called retirement account. Is this what caused your journalist to break down sobbing at his concert? Well, I suppose she should have sobbed over the corporate entity known as Traditional Holdings, LLC. Or, perhaps your journalist should have broken down sobbing over Cohen’s theft from me, Machat & Machat, and probably Phil Spector. Evidently, Cohen stole Phil Spector’s masters and sold them to Sony, according to the attorney who negotiated the original contacts between Mr. Spector, Cohen, and Warner Bros. Cohen wasn’t broke. He had just received $1 million advance against his album; pursued a multi-million lithograph deal I was negotiating; planned to tour; and felt entitled to literally embezzle the nearly $6.7 million in corporate assets. As I said in my previous email, Cohen left Mt. Baldy in 1998 so it would require time standing still for your version of events to have any basis in reality since Cohen and I parted ways in 2004 once he heard I planned to report the tax fraud to IRS. The “old man” was not “forced to sing for his supper” but he does know how to manipulate awe-inspired groupie journalists and local government actors all over a federal tax controversy who seem to think it’s acceptable to blame me for Cohen’s own wrong-doing.
Cohen and I were never lovers. In 2008, due to fact that a journalist wrote an article that shed light on my side of this revolting situation, Cohen flew into Boulder, Colorado in the midst of his European tour. Clearly he was desperate. He obtained a fraudulent, dime-a-dozen restraining order that was issued without findings. It was not a “domestic violence order” and Cohen failed to check that box because it obviously hadn’t occurred to him that this would make the story all the more salacious at that time. In May 2011, Cohen and his lawyers (who serve as paid witnesses willing to lie on the witness stand and in court documents for their client) decided to register the non-domestic violence order as a domestic violence order. I wasn’t notified or served this order and a year later, based on Cohen’s perjury confession and the lies of prosecutor Sandra Jo Streeter, a court evidently decided to assign me a “dating relationship” with Leonard Cohen. The parties with the expectation of affection re. Cohen are clearly local government actors in Los Angeles. That would include, but is not limited to, DA Steve Cooley (Phil Spector’s main prosecutor) who publicly aligned himself with Cohen in targeting me. This led to Cohen testifying on the stand about Phil Spector and a gun incident. Unfortunately, that testimony undermined the “gun” incident the prosecutors in the Spector case used of Cohen’s in at least two motions in the Spector case and possibly before the Spector Grand Jury. Mick Brown, UK Telegraph, reviewed that testimony and confirmed that Cohen’s statements/testimony were presented to the Grand Jury. Cohen even wrote my alleged prosecutor about a third version of the Spector good rock ‘n roll gun story. I’m not certain which version the local Los Angeles government believes. Cohen has also personally testified that I never stole from him (just his “peace of mind”) and we were in a purely business relationship. His own testimony undermines both cases against me. However, LA Superior Court condones the use of fraud, perjury, litigation misconduct, and willful failure to serve someone lawsuits and fraud restraining orders. The Appellate Division then covers for them. Evidently this is why courts across this nation view pro se litigants with utter disdain.
Perhaps your journalist thinks I made a charitable contribution to the Internal Revenue Service with respect to taxes I paid on a corporate entity that Cohen has now declared his personal property.
I have asked Vogue and Conde Nast to retract the false statements about me. I would appreciate the courtesy of a reply. I understand that LA is running a celebrity justice program and the news media is uninterested in facts but that doesn’t permit your magazine to slander, libel, and defame me.
As for lifelong habits. Perhaps Vogue and/or Conde Nast should ask themselves this question: why can’t Canada’s National Treasure reside in Canada? I’ll give you a hint – it relates to residence and tax issues. The attached document should assist your organization with further details about who Leonard Cohen actually is. He also uses operatives to target people. My sons have been relentlessly targeted by someone clearly working as Cohen's proxy so perhaps your journalist would like to shed a tear for them as they are actual victims and not chronic liars or fabulists. Here are their declarations. Decide for yourselves.
Please feel free to review my Press Release or the interviews Paulette Brandt, Ann Diamond, and I provided a small internet radio program actually interested in the truth. For the record, Leonard Cohen is the individual who told others he was a participant in the CIA's MKULTRA program so if you find that somewhat out there, see the singer-songwriter/sage.
In closing, I would like to say that Leonard Cohen has enjoyed being unopposed legally to date. This has permitted him to present himself to the world as a victim. Cohen seems to believe that if he argues that every woman who sees right through him is a "scorned lover" certain parties will find that compelling. I think it proves that I am dealing with a misogynistic narcissist and a gang of sycophants in LA Confidential, the documentary.
Kelley Lynch
Case Number: BC338322
LEONARD NORMAN COHEN ET AL VS KELLEY A LYNCH ET AL
LEONARD NORMAN COHEN ET AL VS KELLEY A LYNCH ET AL
Filing Date: 08/15/2005
Case Type: Fraud (no contract) (General Jurisdiction)
Status: Default Judgment Pursuant to Decl. 05/09/2006
Case Type: Fraud (no contract) (General Jurisdiction)
Status: Default Judgment Pursuant to Decl. 05/09/2006
Case Number: BQ033717
LEONARD NORMAN COHEN VS KELLEY ANN LYNCH
Filing Date: 05/25/2011
Case Type: Civil Petition - TRO/Dom Violence (General Jurisdiction)
Status: Pending
Case Type: Civil Petition - TRO/Dom Violence (General Jurisdiction)
Status: Pending
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Time didn’t run out for Leonard Cohen, but money did. That vulnerability to women took on new meaning when, in his 70s, the singer emerged from five years of meditation at a Zen Buddhist monastery on a mountaintop outside of L.A. to discover that his manager and former lover Kelley Lynch had pilfered his retirement accounts. Back to the grind: Cash-strapped, Cohen hit the road in 2008 for his first tour in 15 years. When he came through New York to play the Beacon Theatre, my friend, a music writer, took me to the show. I’d just had my heart broken, and I sobbed the whole way through. I was still a few years from 30, but I was hearing my own clock, was beginning to feel that my time was running out. That night I cried about lots of things: childhood, the failure of my relationship, the indignity of an old man forced to sing for his supper. (Which is not to say that there was anything undignified about his performance: He was amazing, singing in a voice so deep it was almost indecipherable, acrobatically dropping to his knees and flirting with his backup singers.) My bewildered friend scrounged through his pockets for bits of tissue to hand me. But I was happy to be sad: Wallowing in the deep, cathartic melancholy of Leonard Cohen’s music seems to be, at this point, a lifelong habit.
On Wed, Nov 25, 2015 at 11:50 AM, Kelley Lynch <kelley.lynch.2013@gmail.com> wrote:
Vogue Magazine and Conde Nast,I would like to request that you remove the slanderous false accusations against me from your article on Leonard Cohen. I think some fact checking would help as well. I didn't pilfer anything from Leonard Cohen or his so-called retired account. Cohen heard I was reporting what I was told is criminal tax fraud (his) to IRS and retaliated against me. Once he understood I reported these allegations to IRS, and was forced to confront the allegations in his investor's lawsuit against him, Cohen filed an entirely fabricated, fraudulent lawsuit against me. I was not served and this issue is not resolved. In approximately one month, I will file a federal RICO suit against Leonard Cohen. On top of this activity, Cohen decided to use the fraudulent default judgment he obtained to steal intellectual property and corporate ownership interests in me. He has a pattern of this and previously did the same thing to his then lawyer/manager, Martin Machat (Machat & Machat). Cohen left Mt. Baldy, where he did not actually reside, in 1998. He discovered I intend to report the tax fraud to IRS in October 2004. Thereafter, he offered me (among other things) 50% community property, etc. Cohen intentionally helped coordinate a custody matter. He simply cannot stop lying. This article, which Cohen threatened the journalist over, is quite helpful. Ann Diamond attempted to get the facts straight. I would prefer not to be slandered. Cohen was never broke and owes at least one company (that had the alleged retirement account) approximately $6.7 million. Why didn't he repay it? He planned to tour and was contractually obligated to do so. We weren't lovers. That story evidently works better for Cohen and the news media. Unfortunately, it now involves domestic violence restraining order fraud and VAWA funding fraud on the part of government actors in Los Angeles. Feel free to scroll through my blog. Leonard Cohen is a chronic liar.This situation has exposed me, my family, and friends to unconscionable stalking, harassment, etc. I would appreciate a retraction. If you have questions about Leonard Cohen's criminal tax fraud, please contact IRS directly.Kelley LynchHappy 81st Birthday, Leonard Cohen!Photographed by Irving Penn, Vogue, August 1969In her 2012 biography, I’m Your Man: The Life of Leonard Cohen, the writerSylvie Simmons describes the Canadian troubadour at age 30. “Leonard sat in his room in his house on the hill in Hydra, writing furiously. He was driven by an overpowering sense of urgency. He had the feeling, he said, of time running out.”The year was 1964. Cohen was already a well-regarded poet and novelist in his native Canada. Though commercially unsuccessful, he had a small inheritance that had allowed him to buy a house on the Greek island of Hydra, where he lived on and off, in rustic, bohemian splendor with his then-girlfriend, the Norwegian model Marianne Ihlen.Over the next nine months, harangued by the ticking of his mysterious inner clock, Cohen consumed epic quantities of drugs—hash, acid, and amphetamines—to fuel manic, sometimes 20-hour-long writing days. He was working on Beautiful Losers, probably his most famous novel by contemporary standards. When he finished, he embarked on a 10-day fast, ended up hospitalized on a protein drip, and decided it was time for a new direction. The singer Leonard Cohen, weighing only 116 pounds due to his amphetamine habit, was born.Cohen was headed for Nashville, but stopped off in New York City, and that decision may account for why he became a folksinger and not a country star. In the city, he met all the right women: Mary Martin, a Toronto-born music exec who introduced him to the singer Judy Collins, who would record many of his songs, lightening them up for a mass audience; the German singer and actress Nico, his early muse, who spurned him sexually; Janis Joplin, fellow inhabitant of the Chelsea Hotel, who one night, looking for Kris Kristofferson, settled for Cohen instead, giving him a blowjob that would later be immortalized in song. He met his fellow Canadian Joni Mitchell at the Newport Folk Festival in 1967, a moment captured in a photograph. Mitchell, wearing a minidress and flat sandals, looks impossibly young and joyful. Cohen, hugging her, has his back to the camera; he’s clutching an acoustic guitar by the neck, shunting it off to the side to make room for Mitchell. Soon thereafter they fell in love, penned songs by the same name (“Winter Lady”), and supposedly it was Cohen’s face Joni sketched twice on her map of Canada in “A Case of You.” One or both of them was not as constant as a Northern star; in less than a year it was over.Sure, Cohen was a rake. “Yes, he was a ladies’ man,” Ihlen told Simmons. “Everybody wanted a bit of my man. But he chose to live with me.” (Until he didn’t: They eventually parted ways.) But he was also a romantic. He seemed to love women, to need women, and to be ready to be hurt by women. His vulnerability, the sense of longing and the constant foreshadowing of doom in his love songs, made him ripe for the affections of a moody adolescent girl like me. He positioned himself as an angsty outsider: “He puts up at the Chelsea or the Henry Hudson Hotel, rarely mixes with the local litterateurs, and sometimes spends whole days in front of the mirror trying to figure out where the lines in his face came from,” wrote The New York Times in 1968. Another Times article from the same year was headlined, “Alienated Young Man Creates Some Sad Music.” Below that: “Poet is as unhappy as Bob Dylan, but far less angry.”Sad and alienated, looking endlessly for answers in the mirror: This I could get into! I grew up in Chicago, and on Friday evenings in the summer, my family would pack the car to drive east to our house on the Michigan side of the lake, a trip that reliably took a neat 75 minutes door-to-door but felt endless. We’d leave late and drive in the dark. My parents kept us quiet with music: Simon & Garfunkel, the Weavers, Leonard Cohen, a favorite of my mother’s. He had a lousy voice, my mom said, but great lyrics. I actually loved his deep, nasal drone and the fact that you didn’t have to be a very good singer to sing along. I liked that his songs sounded like poetry; I didn’t realize that he was, first and foremost, a poet.By middle school I knew all the words to all the tracks on Songs of Leonard Cohen, his first album. I could sing “Suzanne” and do all the hokey, breathy backup bits. In the era of grunge, this was not even remotely cool, but I didn’t care. I quoted “So Long, Marianne” on my senior page in my high school yearbook, and thought Leonard Cohen was mine and mine alone. Then I got to college, and realized there was a kid like me, or 10 or 20, at every high school in the country, and many of them had ended up in my freshman dorm. What a comedown, except that liking Leonard Cohen suddenly gave me some cred. In college, tastes were eclectic: You were supposed to be able to switch on a dime from Outkast to the Pogues to Tom Waits to bootleg Bob Dylan. Early Leonard Cohen was cool, but it was even cooler to like his albums from the ’80s and ’90s, music that took on a more cynical cast, songs that drifted between the biblical and the truly profane. I learned to love those songs, too.Time didn’t run out for Leonard Cohen, but money did. That vulnerability to women took on new meaning when, in his 70s, the singer emerged from five years of meditation at a Zen Buddhist monastery on a mountaintop outside of L.A. to discover that his manager and former lover Kelley Lynch had pilfered his retirement accounts. Back to the grind: Cash-strapped, Cohen hit the road in 2008 for his first tour in 15 years. When he came through New York to play the Beacon Theatre, my friend, a music writer, took me to the show. I’d just had my heart broken, and I sobbed the whole way through. I was still a few years from 30, but I was hearing my own clock, was beginning to feel that my time was running out. That night I cried about lots of things: childhood, the failure of my relationship, the indignity of an old man forced to sing for his supper. (Which is not to say that there was anything undignified about his performance: He was amazing, singing in a voice so deep it was almost indecipherable, acrobatically dropping to his knees and flirting with his backup singers.) My bewildered friend scrounged through his pockets for bits of tissue to hand me. But I was happy to be sad: Wallowing in the deep, cathartic melancholy of Leonard Cohen’s music seems to be, at this point, a lifelong habit.Last year, the week of his 80th birthday, Cohen released his 13th studio album,Popular Problems. The coincidence of dates “was a happy accident,” he said to journalists at a listening event, as reported by the Associated Press. “In my family, we have a very charitable approach to birthdays—we ignore them.” His only plan to celebrate the beginning of his ninth decade, he said, was to start smoking. “But quite seriously, does anyone know where you can buy a Turkish or Greek cigarette?” he asked the crowd. “I’m looking forward to that first smoke. I’ve been thinking about that for 30 years.”Today Leonard Cohen turns 81. Wherever he is, we hope he’s found some European cigarettes and a light. And—uncharitable as it may be—we’d like to wish him a very happy birthday.
