When I was younger there was Van Morrison the rocker with those great songs in Them and then there was the van Morrison we sat around barbecues listening to up in St. Andrews while a bonfire burned.
I didn't know there was a lot more to the guy until I heard songs like this.
It was hard to like VanMorrison when I was punk. I was living in a share house in Carlisle street Oakleigh. One of the guys there was mad on Van the Man and pplayed his stuff incessantly. Drove me to tears. But I didn't get to hear the upbeat stuff. Didn't hear Domino or Jackie wilson Said or Wild Night or Brown eyed Girl. Just a bunch of moaning through the thin walls.
Luckily I met a girl in the early eighties who put me right. She just wanted to dance to Van. She gave me a lesson in Celtic Soul. She also opened my ears to what he was singing about which I thought was peace and love hippy stuff. No he was singing about being young in Derry, Ireland and getting ready to go out and meet girls and dig crazy music. Some of the songs are just so full of joy they put a smile on my face everytime.
Oh and I did learn to listen to his quieter stuff too.
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