![]() ![]() I’d like to claim I was a victim of the Thatcherite “readjustment” – but mostly I was the victim of a ravening drug habit. My only employment was doing a weekly cartoon strip for this very magazine – and like its protagonist, Slump, I spent most of my time in bed. It was 1986, I was living in a cavernous flat off the Cromwell Road in West London lent to me by a wealthy friend. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever thought much about the individual tracks – for me, the quiddity of Astral Weeks is… the astral weeks I spent lying by the turntable, picking the needle up when it swirled across the inside of the disc, flipping that disc, then collapsing back on to the carpet as the achingly familiar chords of either the title track, or those of “The Way Young Lovers Do”, the first track on the second side, swelled in my hurting heart. It is – almost all would acknowledge – a great album, and moreover one that’s constituted by a suite of eight songs, one flowing seamlessly into the next, so as to give the whole the feel of a single through-composed piece. I wouldn’t exactly say it was my favourite album – I don’t do listicles – but Astral Weeks by Van Morrison is probably the album – considered as an album – that I’ve listened to most in my life.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |