Tuesday, 12 July 2016

Random Van Fan Opinion

The Internet allows music fans to freely express their thoughts about all manner of things.  Here are some random opinions about the Great Man.  

Gary   -   I have nothing against John Mellencamp.  His 1994 version of Wild Night (with Me'Shell Ndegeocello) isn't really bad.  But if you put it up against the 1971 Van Morrison version (which can found on his fifth studio album, Tupelo Honey), it's simply no contest. 

Ryan Foley   -   Of the many astonishing aspects of the Astral Weeks creation story, the one I find to be the most stunning is this: when Van Morrison trotted into Century Sound Studios for the album's first recording session, he wasn't even a month past his 23rd birthday. 

Consider the mindset of the average early-twenty-something, an individual freshly removed from settings in which standards of responsibility and accountability are largely and obnoxiously absent. How does a newly-minted 23-year-old become so ruthlessly committed to a particular artistic vision? Where does an individual of such physical and emotional immaturity acquire a voice of such titanic fervour? When has someone so inexperienced drawn from such a deep well of experience? At 23, Morrison already understood that it's possible for one to grow old while also preserving childlike senses of delight and wonder. 

Chris Bradford   -   I was at the birthday show at the Mountain Winery (2013). It was a typical Van show, nothing special. What was frustrating was seeing the clock onstage counting backwards from 90 minutes. So, exactly at 90 minutes, he is gone. He needs to take a page out of Springsteen’s work ethic and loosen up, maybe play a little longer, give people their money’s worth. Oh yeah, stop with the songs about how fame has messed him up and people won’t let him be and all the hand-wringing. We don’t care! 

Max Abelson   -   At the onset of every serious relationship I’ve ever had, all 109,028 of them, I’ve watched Martin Scorsese’s documentary The Last Waltz with the special lady, just to make sure that our interests were appropriately aligned. If she didn’t cry with happiness at any point in the mega-extraordinary movie about The Band’s last concert, well then I knew things were doomed. And if she didn’t scream “turn it up! tell me one more time! oh lord!” along with Van Morrison while Van freaked out in his purple sequined jumpsuit, kicking along to the music. If she was wearing a purple sequined jumpsuit too, then I’d marry her.

Freemason Alan   -   Satisfied, Wild Honey and Spirit all give clues that the tortured genius that Morrison undoubtedly is was a peace with himself and that he had found this peace through meditation.  Common One reflects that and for me at least it retains its trance like power to this day.  There is little doubt that Morrison was more in touch with his Inner Mystic during the making of this album than at any other time in his career.  Whilst Morrison claims that he never thought about this album in terms of its commercial success you do get the feeling that he is embittered by the lack of understanding some of the commentators of the day displayed.  Certainly the fact that songs from Common One were the centrepiece of Morrison's live shows for many years indicate that he was immensely proud of an album that can draw you in and make you feel the music in every fibre of your being.  I shall certainly never forget the first time I saw Summertime in England performed live.

Jeremy Milks   -   Bloody hell, Van Morrison can sing the shit out of anything. There Stands the Glass was the first track on his country covers record, Pay The Devil in 2006 and it was originally a big hit for Webb Pierce in 1953. Actually, Van sort of mumbles this one - but it's great for one of two reasons... either Van singing anything is gold or the song itself is so strong it can withstand any performance and still kill. A little of both, I guess. If we were still civilised enough to have jukeboxes in every corner bar, this would be as good a choice as any if you wanted to get shitfaced in style. 

No comments:

Post a Comment