An Intro to Van Morrison: Part 6, 1993 -2000

There is no two ways about it. This period has more just “good enough” albums than any other period. I know there are people who will argue for the next period as being his worst, but they are wrong. While this stretch of albums has one magnificent album and some good ones, there are two that are just hard to listen to. Don’t get me wrong, I own them. But I never listen to them.

I take that back.

Every now and again, I will take them out, dust them off and try them out. And I am always disappointed. Oh well, let’s get started.

Too Long In Exile: 1993

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If you go and read the fan pages and forums, your expectations for this album will be low. Many people do not like it. And that is hard for me to understand. I love this album so much and not only because it’s one of the first albums of his I bought back in ’96.

The guitars. The sax. John Lee. Georgie Fame. Man, this is such a great understated album. If you want to know what it sounds like, look at the cover. That scene is perfect for this album. So many great Chicago bluesy songs that sound like a summer night’s stroll with the “L” passing overhead. And you need a strong drink.

“Wasted Years” with John Lee Hooker is so beautiful it hurts.

Highlights: Too Long In Exile, Lonely Avenue/You Give Me Nothing But The Blues, Till We Get The Healing Done, Wasted Years

Days Like This: 1995

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Back in the 1996, when I started listening to Van, I was waiting tables at a “meat and three” in small town Alabama. Surrounded by fans of Garth Brooks, I knew no one who listened to Van Morrison. Not one person. But the Muzak station played “Days Like This” at least once every shift. It was as if God was saying, “I know how hard it is to be alone in your love of this music.”

So I have a soft spot for this album. But this is not a great album. It’s really good at times but never great. This is the beginning of Van making some really good jazzy albums that are never bad but lack that transcendent feel. Some great moments to be sure.

Some consider “Ancient Highway” to be a high water mark for Van. I disagree if only for the line, “And I’ll be praying to my higher self/Don’t let me down, keep my feet on the ground.” It is pure arrogance to pray to your higher self, regardless of what religion you ascribe to. It’s a terrible line in a song that could have great.

Highlights: Perfect Fit, You Don’t Know Me, Days Like This

How Long Has This Been Going On? 1995

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Before my wife and I were really dating, we were out together one night. I know that sounds like a contradiction, but trust me on this. I was interested. She was extremely hesitant. But I think my decision, as we drove across town together, to listen to this album was genius. Everyone else was listening to Matchbox 20 and Live and Pearl Jam. But I could not stop listening to this album because it reminded me of the Jazz my dad would listen to when I was growing up. It’s not the kind of album you actively listen to. But it’s perfect Jazz for a party or for romancing the girl who in five months will be your fiancé.

Highlights: I Will Be There, Moondance. All Saint’s Day

Tell Me Something: The Songs of Mose Allison: 1996

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I do not like this album at all.

Highlights: None

The Healing Game: 1997

 

 

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This is a magnificent album. And not just because it has quite possibly my favorite song by Van Morrison.

Every lover of music, will have those musical moments when you really do feel like you have transcended where you are. And maybe even who you are. When you are. You hear a song and then every thing you hear after it is an invasion. Nothing compares.

Before we moved into the house we live in now, we rented a house around the corner. I could sit out in the front yard and look out over trees and see clear to the next mountain over. It was my habit to sit out there, smoke my pipe and only the sounds of Van could be heard. I made a playlist called “Smoking With Van” and I made sure it ended with “Piper at the Gates of Dawn.”

That is also the name of chapter seven in The Wind In The Willows. I assume that chapter had the same effect on him it had on me.

Often I have wished the album ended with this song. Regardless, this album stands out in this period and is one the heights of his career. This is why a deluxe edition was just released. And I strongly recommend the deluxe version if only because Live at Montreux 17 July 1997 is on disc three. If that show was released separately, it would be among his very best live albums.

Highlights: Rough God Goes Riding, Piper at the Gates of Dawn, The Healing Game

Back On Top: 1999

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I forget this album exists. Which may tell you something about it. But really, Back On Top is pretty good with a number of highlights. The reviews were never very good. Rolling Stone called it “one Monet and nine Norman Rockwells.” The one Monet was “When the Leaves Come Falling Down,” which I agree is the standout track. But Norman Rockwell was still pretty powerful in his own right.

Highlights: Goin’ Down Geneva, Philosopher’s Stone, When the Leaves Come Falling Down

You Win Again: 2000

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I wish I liked this album. On paper, I should like this album.

Van + Linda Gail Lewis (sis of Jerry Lee) + country/rockabilly music.

But I still do not like this album. I don’t dislike this album, though.

Highlights: I wish there was one. Really, I do

Intro to Van Morrison: Part 5, 1985-1991

If I was to make a greatest hits collection of Van’s songs from this period and the threshold for a song’s inclusion was “among his very best,” we’d be talking about 50 songs or more. It’s an impossible task. This may be my favorite time period for Van.

I would like to be able to explain why. But I’m not sure I can do it. Maybe it’s the spiritual nature of the songs mixed with a kind of defiance. The mysticism is still there. The pastoral scenes. Nostalgia. Van’s voice reaching into the high heavens. There is a poetic quality to the majority of these songs that outstrips the rest of the time periods. And you can see this pretty clearly in Lit Up Inside.

These albums are Spring afternoons, crisp wine at dusk, sunlight on your face after a long winter, a blinding green field, and the gospel after the dark night of the soul.

I recommend these albums wholeheartedly.

A Sense of Wonder: 1985

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I should get all the negative out of the way first. Though Van is smiling, the album art is terrible. The front is bad and the back is embarrassing. There is a guitar used throughout this album – prominently used in the first track – that reminds me of bad Christian music from the 80’s.

Only when you are honest can you move forward and see the good.

And there is a lot of good and great on Sense of Wonder. As a matter of fact, every song is worthy of your attention. And after I put on my parachute pants and Coca-Cola shirt, even that guitar didn’t bother too much.

In all seriousness, this album has a few classic songs and all the rest are still great songs. “His Master’s Eyes” is worth spending money on the whole thing.

Highlights: Tore Down a la Rimbaud, The Master’s Eye’s, A Sense of Wonder, Let the Slave

No Guru, No Method, No Teacher: 1986

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A definitive album. And by that I mean an album that could be used as a textbook definition for the music of Van Morrison. It may not be his best but you get a great representation of what his music is and can be. Nostalgia for home, music, and the days gone by. The sounds of jazz. The poets. It’s all there.

And while I say it may not be his best album, it is probably up there for some. After all, it does have “In the Garden,” which I often think is his best song. I first listened to this album because of that one. As perfect a song as it is, it is even better in the context of the whole album.

Highlights: Got To Go Back, Foreign Window, In the Garden

Poetic Champions Compose: 1987

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Maybe my favorite album title. And a beautiful album from start to finish.

Starts with a slow jazzy atmospheric instrumental. There is another one of these to start the second side. Poetic Champions Compose has a number of classic hits and that makes it easy to overlook all the other great tracks. I have always thought of this as “No Guru: Volume 2.” The sounds and atmosphere are the same.

Meditative. Contemplative. Literary soul music.

Highlights: Queen of the Slipstream, I Forgot That Love Existed, Did Ya Get Healed?

Irish Heartbeat: 1988

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There is not much more to say about this album than it is easily one of my favorite albums ever. Heavy rotation in our household. I love Van. I love the Chieftains. When he sings, “I’m drunk today” in “Carrickfergus”, you can feel the heartbreak all the way down. When I first bought Irish Heartbeat, I listened to “I’ll Tell Me Ma” over and over till I knew every word and could sing along because it’s just so fun.

My wife’s favorite.

Highlights: Every single song deserves your attention.

Avalon Sunset: 1989

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When I first started listening to Van Morrison, I knew only a handful of his tunes. I knew “Brown-Eyed Girl,” obviously. John Cougar Mellencamp had done “Wild Night.” “Domino” could be heard on the radio. “Gloria” was covered by the 77s. But there was one more covered by Phil Keaggy. And it may have been may be part of my discovery story (told in part one) and I had just forgotten.

“When Will I Ever Learn to Live In God” was on Keaggy’s Crimson and Blue, which is still a favorite record of mine. That song just blew me away. It was a song that continually swam around in my mind for a long time. Hard to shake, it was. And so I expected it to be among the highlights on this album. But it’s not. It’s great but there are so many great songs, that one doesn’t even make the cut.

One of my favorite moments on this album is in the spoken word piece, “Coney Island.” When he says “yer face” with that definitive Irish way of adding extra syllables – which is similar to where I live in Alabama – it always makes me smile.

The two most popular songs from Avalon Sunset are “Whenever God Shines His Light” and “Have I Told You Lately.” Honestly, neither is favorite of mine. But this is my chance to point out the “You” is God and not a girl.

Felt good to point that out.

Highlights: Coney Island, Orangefield, Daring Night, These Are the Days

Enlightenment: 1990

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My second favorite Van Morrison album and a perfect lead-up to my favorite. What makes this album outstanding apart from the quality of the songs is the violin work. At least what I thought was violin work. There is no violin listed in the liner notes or on the Wikipedia page. Whatever.

There are two things about this album you need to know:

  1. “In the Days Before Rock ‘N’ Roll” may take you a few listens to get used to. The spoken word parts by Irish poet, Paul Durcan are…well…a little odd. But once you give it the time it deserves, it’s a musical gift.
  2. Van is not pro-Enlightenment thinking here. Somehow, fans have missed this. It’s as if some have not paid attention to the part where he sings, “Enlightenment, don’t know what it is.”

This is an amazing album from start to finish. Although, some have called Enlightenment a companion to Avalon Sunset, I disagree. This is more akin to his next offering.

Highlights: Every note.

Hymns to the Silence: 1991

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In part one I explained the significance of Hymns to the Silence. This is without question my favorite Van album. And one of my favorite albums period.

My friend Jay told me Van was in pursuit of beauty and this album was the first to convince me he knew what he was talking about.

I once had the opportunity to buy it on vinyl for $10 in mint condition and I hesitated and then it was gone. Someone else bought it. I can’t even talk about it much more than that because it is still pretty painful. And embarrassing that I hesitated.

Singling out any song would be like choosing a favorite child. I elevate this album and the songs that make it up to the level of literature in my life. I love this album so much, I rarely recommend it because I do not want to hear that someone does not care for it.

I listened to this album throughout an eight day road trip across the country to California. On that road trip, I saw him live in New Orleans. All of those events and the places I saw and the people I met are all wrapped up in these songs, apparently never to be separated.

It’s a double album and we are doubly blessed to have it.

Highlights: What? Do you want me to choose which of my kids I love more?

An Intro to Van Morrison: Part 4, 1977 – 1983

In Part One, I told my story of discovering Van and why this series of posts.

In Part Two, I provided 10 elements of Van’s music that might help you listen.

In Part Three, I looked at the golden age of 1968 – 1974


Some thoughts before we jump into this time period of Van’s work.

First, listening to these albums over and over so I can write about them has been a unique experience. As I sit here and listen to the final notes of “Scandinavia” I think about how good it is to write about something you love and people read it.

Second, when I listen to these albums in order, I hear links and transitions I otherwise might not notice. Period of Transition and Into the Music sound nothing alike. but when you listen to them with Wavelength in the middle, the sounds and changes make far more sense.

Third, my appreciation has grown deeper as I listened with the intention of writing. The great Southern writer, Flannery O’Connor wrote, “I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” This has been the case.

Finally, my appreciation of Van’s body of work has grown. He really is “the man.” And the following albums bear that out just as much as the last.

A Period of Transition: 1977

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It’s true. I’ve enjoyed some albums on vinyl more than through other mediums. It reminds me of my childhood, it keeps me present, and there is something more human about the physicality of placing the record on the turntable and then placing the needle on the record. It may not always sound better but I always enjoy the experience more. But with A Period of Transition I did not like the album much at all till I heard it on vinyl.

That’s a first.

I usually buy a record on vinyl because I like it. But this was different. I’ve gotten to the point that this album is more than a little enjoyable. Maybe it just took a few more listens. It’s still not a “great album” and is easily the weakest record in his whole catalog as far as I’m concerned. But I now think this collection of songs surpasses the actual cover art. which honestly is not that much a feat.

Highlights: Joyous Sound, Flamingos Fly, Cold Wind in August

Wavelength: 1978

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It makes sense this album sits between his weakest album and a great album. The second side of this one is really good and the album ends with one of my favorite songs by Van. “Take It Where You Find It” is almost nine minutes of emotionally epic music. There are a few other good songs but none like this on Wavelength. This album is worth having if only for that one song.

Highlights: Kingdom Hall, Sante Fe/Beautiful Obsession, Take It Where You Find It

Into the Music: 1979

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If someone said to me, “Into the Music is my favorite Van album,” my response would be, “That makes total sense.” If someone said to me, “Into the Music is my favorite album ever,” I would also say, “That makes total sense.”

Into the Music is a perfect album of what could be called Celtic Pop Soul Music. It has a lightness and depth and height that you long for in every Van offering.  I love every song on this album. Every. Single. One.

If you go read reviews of the album when it was released, the praise is nearly universal. It is described as an album of hope, grace, and pure beauty. Rolling Stone’s Album Guide gives it five stars. And the original review in RS said, “There’s much beauty on this LP, but very little that’s simply pretty.” I think that’s right.

Into the Music is a testimony to how wonderful Van’s catalog is. I’ve never even considered it my favorite. And yet, it is so wonderful. I know of no recording artist’s greatest hits collection that is better than this album. I gave up on trying to list the highlights.

Highlights: Every dadgum moment.

Common One: 1980

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One of the rules of Biblical Interpretation I teach my 10th graders is the need to read the Bible “existentially.” This means, you need to crawl into the skin of the characters and try to understand what they would have felt and thought. So I wonder how people felt when they went to buy this album and saw that it only has six tracks. Could they tell that two of them were just over 15 minutes? Did they know they were picking up an album that was so totally different from the one before?

Funny story. About 10 years ago I was on amazon music and looking at this one. I’m not sure how it happened but it alluva sudden started downloading and said, “Thank you for your purchase.”

What?

I emailed amazon and they refunded me and told me to just enjoy the album.

And I did. And I have now for 10 years. I actually don’t listen to this album a lot. Not because of the quality of the album, because Common One is a fantastic album. But it is one of those pieces of music that requires a certain context. I don’t say “piece of music” lightly. There is a cohesive symphonic feel throughout. It sounds like what I would imagine the countryside of the Britain and Ireland to look like. Beautiful and transcendent. Also, you really need to listen to the whole thing in one sitting.

I used to get mad about the inclusion of the song “Satisfied.” It is so different from all the other songs. It does not “fit.” But this past week I was listening to the album and I was struck how it acted as an emotional reprieve. “Summertime In England” will lay you out and take you to heights unknown if you are not careful. I needed a chance to take a breath while on the emotionally roller coaster that is Common One.

Common One feels like it dropped through the roof of the sky as gift from above. And never has the music and the album fit so well. Also on this album, we get our reference to “Avalon.”

Highlights: Haunts of Ancient Peace, Summertime in England, When Heart Is Open

Beautiful Vision: 1982

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Those who know me, will not be surprised I have had more than one memorable moment listening to Van in a library. As a pastor, writer, teacher, and a lover of books, I have spent a lot of time in libraries. I was pastor of a small church in Birmingham when I first sat down and listened to this one about a decade ago. I was sitting in front of a huge window in my favorite chair.

No really, it is still my favorite chair.

I put in my headphones and started from the beginning and man, I was transported. That was one emotional experience. So many moving melodies and Van’s singing is just perfect. After searching for the right word to describe Beautiful Vision, I kept coming back to “measured.” But that’s not quite right. It’s just this steady stream of beautiful word pictures, and each song is in good proportion to the other.

This album has the distinction of including “Vanlose Stairway,” which is probably a top five van song for me. (I may have eight to ten top five songs.)

I’m not sure Van has more aptly titled any of his albums. Don’t let the cover art fool you.

Highlights: Celtic Ray, Dweller On the Threshold, Beautiful Vision, Cleaning Windows, Vanlose Stairway

Inarticulate Speech of the Heart: 1983

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If you looked at the cover of this album and surmised there would be a lot of synthesizer on this album, you would be correct. This one was released in 1983, you know. But don’t let that scare you away. Now that you know this fact, it might not be so off-putting. It’s true, most of these songs would be so much better if they did not contain the synthesizer. And we know this because we have live versions of some of these songs and they are something else entirely

In all seriousness, Inarticulate Speech of the Heart has some great songs. What distinguishes this album for all the others is the inclusion of four instrumentals. There is also a decidedly very Celtic sound throughout this album, foreshadowing things to come.

Highlights: Celtic Swing, Rave On, John Donne, Irish Heartbeat

An Introduction to Van Morrison: Part 3 1968 – 1974

 

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Now we get to the main event.

In part one, I explained why I was doing this and little history of my love for Van.

In part two, I listed ten things that you may or may not need to keep in mind while listening to Van Morrison

This week, I cover what most Van Morrison fans consider the golden age. This stretch of albums would be enough to enshrine him among the greats. Seven brilliant records over a six year period. Every single one belongs in your collection. Buy them on vinyl and CD and cassette and 8-track. Okay, maybe just vinyl.

It is possible that someone will go look at a list of Van albums and wonder why I have not included Blowin’ Your Mind. the reason is that Van does not consider that to be a true album. It was released without his consent. So, in deference to him, I do not include it.

(However, it is great and includes a little known hit “Brown-Eyed Girl.” You may have heard of it.)

*Astral Weeks: 1968*

 

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Whenever someone talks about Van Morrison, this albums comes up in the conversation. It is inescapable and is the audible specter haunting every other album he has released. I recently read an ebook of the author’s 20 favorite Van Morrison albums. Even though he did not choose Astral Weeks as his number one, he compared every other album to Astral Weeks. While AW was not that huge of a hit initially, it eventually became the defining album of his career. This is not to suggest, everything after is a let down. You just need to know this is the landscape of Van’s discography.

It is a beautiful record, regardless of where it lands in the lists. Back when I was a Seminary student, I once fell asleep in the library while listening to those songs and awoke with what I could only call wonder…a beauty I could not grasp wholly. The first few notes of Astral Weeks may be the most beautiful intro of any album I know.

Highlights: You have to listen to the whole thing straight through.

*Moondance: 1970*

 

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The first album I bought after The Best of Van Morrison was Moondance. For months this was the only thing I listened to. And this is the album I always recommend for anyone to start with. If you don’t like this one, you need to just move on. There are songs so good on this album, most other artists’ high water marks look paltry as they sit next to these that are Himalyan in size and scope. You can hear the jazz Van loves so well but this is a very melodic album full of perfect pop songs.

Highlights: And it Stoned Me, Moondance, Into the Mystic, Crazy Love, Caravan

*His Band and Street Choir: 1970*

 

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My friend, Jon gave me this album for my birthday about 15 years ago. I can remember listening all the way through for the first time while sitting out on my front porch in Augusta, Georgia. I love this album but no listen has ever compared to that first one. I keep trying to recapture that first listen, and I catch the edge every now and then, but alas, it escapes me.

Highlights: Domino, Virgo Clowns, If I Ever Needed Someone, Street Choir

*Tupelo Honey: 1971*

 

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I just put this on the turntable. Every time I hear this album I am taken back to Bethany and I’s first year of marriage. We listened to this album over and over and over. It’s her favorite, I believe. There are so many beautiful, wistful moments on this album. It’s basically a country americana record with some celtic soul thrown in for good measure. Among his finest. And the title track is in the running for his best song ever. As a matter of fact there may not be many songs better than “Tupelo Honey.”

Highlights: Wild Night, Tupelo Honey, and Moonshine Whiskey

*St. Dominic’s Preview: 1972*

 

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I must have had half a day off during the week. Which would have meant working on Saturday morning at the bank.

This was a hard time. The bank was a hard cold place. Calculating and cruel in it’s lack of basic concern for those who it daily came into contact with, I felt totally at odds with its philosophy, its methods, and its unstated goals. I was always looking for something to lift me out of the mire. Out of the muddy pit.

On that half day, I drove down to an antique store where I remembered seeing records for sale. I was looking for something in particular, but ended up walking away with this one. This record stayed on the turntable for at least a month. Till I knew every word. I downloaded the album from iTunes so I could listen on the way to work and on the way home. There is not one bad track on this album and is sometimes my favorite of his. This is a warm blanket of an album. It’s hospitable but once you get in, you are taken to high and deep places you never knew you could go on an album.

Highlights: Title track, Listen to the Lion, Redwood Tree, Independence Day

*Hard Nose the Highway: 1973*

 

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This is not a bad album. This is actually a really good album. Maybe, even great. Here is why I say “maybe.” The other day I was listening to the first side (vinyl) and it genuinely moved me. It is one of the best sides of a record I have ever heard. Flawless. Intense. Beautiful. Moving. But then there is the second side…which is good. But nothing like the first. It may be a great album because of that first side, though.

However, it is not known for being a “great album.” Hard Nose suffers from sitting between two albums generally known as masterpieces. It may also suffer because Van covers, “Bein’ Green.” Yes, that is the Kermit the Frog song. And it is glorious. I think people think it’s weird, though.

Highlights: The whole dadgum first side, Bein’ Green

*Veedon Fleece: 1974*

 

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If you are the kind of person who needs to understand the lyrics and does not enjoy layers of veiled meaning, this may not be the record for you. However, if you can look (listen?) past such phenomena, then you need to give this album a shot.

There are many who call this one of if not his best work. It is certainly the only other album that recalls Astral Weeks. But it is decidedly not Astral Weeks, Part Two. There are two songs on this album that seem to always be swirling around in my head. “Bulbs” and “Linden Arden Stole the Highlights” are possibly the two greatest songs which I do not understand at all.

Highlights: Linden Arden Stole the Highlights, Streets of Arklow, Bulbs

Twenty Years, Twenty Moments

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1. We are sitting on a bench. A stone bench. But it’s the kind of moment you would not even notice how uncomfortable the bench is. Only the moon provides light reflecting on the water of the lake – the lake which now sits at the bottom of the mountain we live on. We are looking into the water. There is a lot of talk about “what we are.” I think I lied through my teeth. Anything to keep close. I picture my arm around her but that would be a stupid risk. And while I may be stupid enough to think I could keep this up, I am not so stupid to take any chances at this point. Also I’m not entirely sure she is all that glad to be with me.

2. Spring’s darkness is a distinct part of the memory. I remember standing out in front of O’Henry’s Coffee. We’d been inside earlier with some friends. We had not been on a date in over a month. She is standing there in the night under the lights of 18th Avenue. We are shuffling our feet behind her red car, a Mazda. I lean against it. Her arms are folded. She is not entirely happy with me. Not entirely mad. And in a moment of insanity, I think about how she is the kind of girl I want to marry. Not love, but close.

3. I’m in my roommate’s bedroom. I’ve no idea why. He’s not there and I’m lying on the floor next to a dusty ficus tree. But I’m on the phone begging her for one more date. This is no exaggeration. She was afraid. I finally had to tell her she can tell me ‘no’ but I will call her back tomorrow and ask again. It sounds pretty annoying. It was. But it worked.

4. Night sky again. The sky looms large. Bethany looks magical. The Shakespeare Festival’s lights cascade across the well-manicured grounds. We walk with hands worked together as natural as breathing. Other couples take advantage of the near silence and paradisal scenery. Carefully sculpted hedges. Reflecting pools. The noise of the theatre whispers in the background. Forever seems close. And If I close my eyes, the scene is before me.

5. It’s funny. She is moving into a new apartment. I’m helping. If I’m lifting anything heavy, it is only to impress. And I’m not sure where the idea came from. Curiosity? Calculation? Hope? The kind of hope that crowds out all rational thought making it impossible to make good decisions. “How long is your lease?” While I thought I was being inconspicuous, she knew exactly why I wanted to know. But I remember us going to Johnny Ray’s BBQ afterwards and I was happy with her answer.

6. We have not spoken in three days. And the recollection of hearing how she did not want to be the wife of a pastor is ongoing. She is standing in front of me sad. Tearful but lovely. After not seeing her for more than a day, she looked altogether painfully stunning. We argued outside the church. She was going in to the worship service and I was leaving. We left together and I started scheming for forever that day.

7. Back at the lake again with stars above and laid out on the surface of the water. She knew I was looking for a ring already. So I had to be as sly as possible. Disheveled and unshaven,  it was a bid to quell any expectations. I sat next to her on the bench. Firm seat and steely resolve. I told her we could not afford to get engaged and start planning a wedding. Then I proceeded to get down on one knee. The rocky, root-strewn ground sloped into the water. Diamond out and held up to the moonlight, her voice glides across the water, “We’re engaged!” Anonymous congratulations resound from shadows on the other side.

8. She did not want me to see her before the ceremony. She moves into the room – 500 standing in honor of the beauty before them. Most see her innumerable moments before I do. Anxiously I wait, peeking around the crowd. Words simply are not nearly enough. It was the emotion of every great myth, the birth of every legendary act, and the very pushing back of the Fall itself.

9. Halloween night at a retreat center in rural Alabama. The night air is cool – on the verge of cold. Sitting with our feet propped up on a fence, we had met only hours earlier. We’re getting to know each other – both facing into the Alabama sky over the tops of pine trees up into the vast expanse full of pinpricks, the very guides of sailors into adventure, time out of mind.

10. Twenty-four hours later – the wedding is over – we are sitting in a Ruby Tuesday’s in Williamsburg, VA. Little did I know that every bite of every meal is wondrous on a honeymoon. I remember sitting there in a corner of the restaurant looking at her and thinking, “Here we are. We’re married.” I might have said something out loud. It was a more real moment than any previous. Hipster opinions be damned – I cannot pass a Ruby Tuesday’s without remembering that moment. Thankfully, they are everywhere.

11. After a church softball game we are at a Mexican restaurant on Green Springs Ave. The name escapes me. We are sitting there in love. Happy to the hilt. You know the happiness. Playful. Laughing and smiling at everything. Every moment is an opportunity to celebrate. It has a rhythm to it. Two souls full of the joy of all that is in the moment, this moment. No wonder Edmund Dantès was so full of revenge. You cannot even imagine any other ‘courting’ couple could feel this way.

12. My face hurts from smiling so much. We are standing in the receiving line. The glorious echo of ‘congratulations!” heard under the stars six months earlier is being repeated again and again and again. Hundreds upon hundreds of reverberations of that moment pushing against the walls of space and time. That echo from friends and family stretching across every season of life. Some echoes from voices not heard but in another life. And we stand there fixed in the movement of heavens. We stand there dressed in the “already and not yet” of which theologians across the centuries have written volumes.

13. I think I can remember “the first time ever I saw” her face. It was in the Sunday School room and she stood in the back. It is possible I was teaching that morning. Or helping with announcements. Anyway, I was in the front of the room, she was in the back. And I remember being struck by her face. After meeting her for the first time, my mom talked about her striking features. That room where I saw her for the first time was later my son’s Sunday School room.

14. One of my favorite memories of her is captured in a picture and so the memory has stayed with me well. We are in Estes Park, Colorado and hiking. She is ahead of me on the trail. Her hair is in a ponytail. She is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and hiking shorts and standing by a mountain stream and the Rockies are rising up behind her in honor. She is squinting and smiling and I can remember the joy of being there and sharing every moment. The smell of the campfire. The wonder of the scenic views. The laughter at all the Elk around our tent in the morning.

15. The day I bought her ring was Friday. I look back and think how she should’ve seen it first. But I showed it to everyone at my office and felt like I was spreading joy among those people I spent so much time with during the week. When my kids get excited about something like Christmas, they cannot contain their excitement. It’s like they’ll explode with joy and anticipation. That is how I felt all day on Friday. Except on Christmas, you cannot wait to *get* something as a kid. I was dying to give that ring to her.

16. I’d been living in that Brook Highland apartment for a few months. But the night before was her first night in the apartment because it was the day we got home from the honeymoon. It was Monday. I was anxious to get home for the first time because she was there. In our home. Our home. There is nothing like coming home and your spouse is there and you are thinking about dinner for the first time and talking about the day after that first ordinary day of work.

17. We stood in the kitchen and hugged. I may have just gotten home from work. The sounds of the kids were all around us. I started to let go and she said, “No, not enough.” And so I didn’t let go. And she’s right, you know.

18. We are sitting on a beach. Both of us are watching the water meet the horizon. Something about the sea air, the light of dusk, and the waning sun causes us to look at each other and smile. We’ve been here a dozen times. We know this place and maybe it knows a little about us. The kids are playing nearby in the sand. Some others are playing in the water. Another family is having pictures made, trying to capture something only cameras wish for. Our bellies are full of seafood. Our hearts are full, too.

19. It’s snowing. Our chairs in the living room are turned so we can look out onto our white front yard, which has never looked so beautiful. A Christmas tree sits between us. We are drinking coffee and watching the biggest snow flakes we’ve ever seen fall from an Alabama sky. John Coltrane plays in the background and the snow just keeps coming defying all predictions and expectations just like lovers do in all those great stories that’ve always been told.

20. It’s my birthday. We are in downtown Franklin, TN and our kids are back in Birmingham. We just ate a staggeringly good meal and we are walking back to the car past all the shops. We did not know there was an arts and crafts fair going on. At one of the booths I buy the coffee mug I am drinking from at this very moment. Such a surprise only adds to a perfect fall scene. The tress are turning. The air is finally cool after the stretch of a southern summer. We happen upon a candy store and throw some financial caution to the wind and purchase homemade chocolate. The air is now even cooler and we talk about how perfect this night with no plans and nowhere to be has been…one of those nights that reminds you of all the joy you have yet to experience.

An Introduction to Van Morrison: Part 2

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My last post was all about why I am doing an introduction to Van Morrison and I also provided some of my own history with Van.

In this post I want to discuss elements of Van and his music that may (or may not) be helpful in listening to his music for the first time or the thousandth. Don’t get me wrong, you don’t need a guide to appreciate Van Morrison anymore than you need an expert to stand in awe of a Van Gogh. But these ten elements are always with me as I listen.

1. There is no one like Van. I am not saying he is the best. That argument could be made but I am not making it. I am simply saying he cannot be compared to anyone else. There is no artist like him. No one melds so many diverse kinds of music like he does.  I am always comparing artists, especially when recommending artists to other people. But when talking about Van, there is just no one to compare him to. Not even Dylan. Or Springsteen, who wanted to be Van in the early days. What Van does is singular. He is in a class by himself. I point this out because as soon as you try to categorize, you will become frustrated.

2. Van sees himself as a working musician. He has no desire for celebrity or fame. He has no desire to expose his personal life to public scrutiny. He wants to play his music with his friends and then be done. Of course, this is very hard when you are considered one of the most celebrated singers and songwriters in the world, so it causes much consternation. And he has been cataloging his frustrations with fame for decades now through songs like “Fame” and “Just Like Greta.” He seems to have loosened over the past few years, but even now he for the most part wants to just be left alone.

3. He loves to name-check the greats. Van loves to not only sing songs by his favorite artists, he also writes songs about them. He name-checks them all the time. There aren’t many albums in which this does not happen. As a matter of fact, I discovered Sam Cooke, Louis Armstrong, Sidney Bechet, Wilson Pickett, Solomon Burke, and John Lee Hooker by listening to Van’s records. And when Van sings about the artists he loves, I love it every single time.

4. Van’s voice is an instrument. This is one of the defining characteristics of his music separating him from pretty much everyone else. It’s not just that he has a great voice, his use of his voice is different. Much like an instrument, he twists and twirls it, and entwines it around notes and words, playing with each. He will add syllables hitherto unknown, putting us southerners to shame. Sometimes I don’t get it. But more often than not it is transcendent.

5. Van can blow. And he can play guitar. But I can almost always tell when he is the saxophonist on a song. His tone is warm and rarely shrill. He is above average and that matters because of all the Jazz, Blues, and R&B music he tackles. More than anyone, his playing reminds me of Stan Getz. He can play almost any instrument, but when he plays the saxophone, something special jumps out of the speakers.

6. He likes to play it loose. Van is famous for not wanting to go through a lot of takes to get a song right. And he is known for playing live and in the studio with guys who he has not practiced with. He basically will play a song and expect the band members to “join in or get out of the way.” He is far more interested in the feel of a song than in the technical precision. I think this is what is so attractive about his music. There is a raw sincerity in the execution of the songs.

7. Van loves poetry and is a poet. I did not know this when I started listening. But it soon became clear. Most of what he has written over the years can lie on the page without the music to make it “sing.” And to prove it, back in 2014, he released a  beautiful book of selected lyrics called Lit Up Inside. And he loves poetry. He sings about poets and poetry, which sounded like grace to a young man who also loved poetry and felt alone in that affection. He name-checks poets all the time. One of my favorite tracks ever done by van is “On Hyndford Street.” It’s a poem, spoken by Van, with an organ in the background humming along like evening fog. And then some slight guitar. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard. This made it easy for me to dive deep into his work.

8. Van will redo a song. And it will be one of his own songs. And it will most likely sound nothing like the original. Because we tend to fall in love in with the version of a song we first heard, this can be frustrating. But this is very Van. Try listening to Astral Weeks and then go listen to him preforming that whole album live at The Hollywood Bowl. Not only are the songs in a different order but most sound so different to the point of being almost unrecognizable. You need to be prepared for this when you find a live version of “Brown-Eyed Girl.”

9. He can get spiritual. Van seems to have always had a mystical side to him. What is unseen always seems to be right around the corner or above the clouds in his lyrics. Whether he is singing about the failures of “Enlightenment” or Celtic spirituality, it’s always there. He is never shy about this. In other words, what you can see is not all there is for Van. He seems to have gone through a short Christian phase at one time, which shows in songs like “Whenever God Shines His Light” and “Full Force Gale.” On my favorite Van album, he covers “Just a Closer Walk With Thee” and “Be Thou My Vision.” God is always part of the equation with Van.

10. Van likes to reminisce. With songs like “Take Me Back” and “Got to Go Back,” it should be no surprise he enjoys looking back on what life was like back “In the Days Before Rock ‘n’ Roll.” I cannot think of one album that does not do this. He looks back on the music of those days, the way life was, where he lived, and the people he encountered. I cannot overstate how powerful this often is. His bucolic reflections of growing up in post WWII Belfast are usually so beautiful to the point of heartbreaking and breathtaking. He paints these incredible pictures of spaces he has inhabited and through some kind of sorcery taking you to the places he is describing so well, you can smell the trees and the hear the water rushing and feel the cool wind blow. These moments are not charming. They are transcendent.

In part three I will begin recommending albums. It will not be a top ten or anything of the sort. My plan is to break them down into seasons of his life and work. That first season will be from 1968 – 1974 and it is a remarkable one.

An Introduction to Van Morrison: Part 1

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A few weeks ago, my teaching colleague and good friend, David Tew, asked me where to begin with the music of Van Morrison. He was familiar with the music but knew I had gone deeper. A few days later, I dreamed about Van. While this is not all that unusual, it was followed by an announcement of Morrison’s sixth studio album, Veedon Fleece, being re-released on vinyl.

All this got me thinking about how vast and varied and off-the-beaten-path, most of Van’s albums are. When I say “vast” I mean it. He has released 40 studio albums and half a dozen live albums. And they are varied. He has recorded blues, folk, jazz, Celtic, pop, singer-songwriter, and classic country albums. And here’s the thing, while most people know songs like “Brown-Eyed Girl,” “Wild Night,” and “Domino,” that’s it. Everything else is basically unknown unless you are an actual Van Morrison fan. And even those who own a copy of Astral Weeks or Moondance know very little else.

Where do you start when there are over 50 albums to choose from?

So I thought it would be fun to write a few posts in response to my friend’s question. But instead of making a top ten list, I thought it would be more enjoyable to look at the various stages of Van’s career and discuss my favorite albums from each period. And then I thought it would be good to discuss the live albums. Because every.single.one of those live albums is transcendent.

Writing about Van is intimidating. There’s no way around it. Each word has felt like a shadow of the real thing. Like chasing chimeras. You never feel as if you have pulled off anything close to getting at the reality of what you are dealing with. But every writer will tell you about the need to write about those subjects which rivet their attention their most. And my attention has been fixed pretty consistently on Van for nearly 25 years.

Back in 1995, I worked at a BBQ restaurant while I was a student at Auburn University. That was one of the best jobs I ever had. A bunch of guys working at a BBQ pit, hanging out all day talking about theology, music, and girls, while eating all the free BBQ pork, chicken, and turkey we wanted. One of those guys was Jay. And I had never, and still have never met anyone like him. A self-proclaimed redneck who could play the guitar better than anyone I knew (even now) and he majored in Russian Lit. We would go round and round about theology and politics and just about any subject you could think of. To this day I wonder how we never came to blows. But I was always a little in awe of him.

In the back of the restaurant was this shelf where we would leave personal articles, etc. and one day I saw a double cassette album by Van Morrison. I asked, “Whose is this?” Jay – even though the album was not his – then proceeded to wax eloquent about what an incredible album it was. I’ll never forget him holding up the album in my face like some kind of evangelist holding the Bible and saying it was full of beauty and how Van wrote and sang and played as if he was on a quest for beauty.

That album was Hymns to the Silence.

I was confused by such talk. A quest for beauty? Keep in mind Jay was studying Russian Lit in earnest. He is the reason I read The Brothers Karamazov the first time. No doubt he had already imbibed Dostoyevsky’s statement that, “Beauty will save the world.” My redneck coworker was far ahead of me. He already saw beauty as trans-formative and something worth pursuing.

Fast forward a few months. I had moved back home to Birmingham because I was tired of racking up college-level debt. I wasn’t exactly directionless but I was only working and not taking any classes, living at home, and thinking about going overseas as a missionary. I was dating a girl and the relationship was rocky.

It was Saturday and my parents were out of town and so was the girl I was dating. I had nothing to do and was bored and lonely and frustrated with the girl. After an afternoon nap, I got up and drove myself to the mall and was looking through the CDs at Camelot.

More than once since that conversation with Jay I had paused when I saw The Best of Van Morrison in the CD bin. The foreign thought of “a quest for beauty” swam in my head. This time I didn’t pause, I picked it right up and purchased it without hesitation.

I only recognized three songs listed. It was always a risk in those days. There was no way to listen to an album before you bought it. But that was part of thrill. Sometimes you got burned. But you always gave the album a fighting chance even if after the first listen, you were disappointed. This was not one of those times.

When I got home I put the CD in my stereo, laid on the floor and listened to it straight through. Then I listened to it again. And again. And then I got in my car and drove around town for hours with those songs pushing the limits of my Honda’s speakers. I knew I had something.

And I could just touch the edge of that quest for beauty.

Then I proceeded to buy every van album I could afford. And each one I bought took me further away from my own environs on into pastoral lands full of beauty. It was like discovering buried treasure. A new land.

A few months later, I saw him live at Jazz Fest in New Orleans (May 4th, 1996). After that show I drove across the country and back, listening to him under star-studded New Mexico night skies and all alone through the barren plains of Texas. I’ve been listening to him now for almost a quarter of a century, encountering beauty all along the way.

My next post will cover a few “essential” elements you need to know about Van and his music. Don’t get me wrong, you can dive right in. But I think knowing these ten elements will help in your listening.

(Part three is here)

 

Random Thoughts for the Weekend

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1. The older I get the more I see that the fight is not to be doctrinally sound. And the fight is not to be loving. The fight is to be both at the same time. Choosing either one is really fairly easy. I have tended at times in my life to either ignore one in favor of the other or pitted one against the other. But the fight is really to hold onto the faith handed down to us and at the same time love those with whom we will disagree. Even our enemies. This will increasingly be the test of faithfulness in an ever-increasing secular world hostile to our faith.

2. I simultaneously wish I had read Watership Down before now and am glad I just now read it. It is true it is an adventure story of talking rabbits. But it is also a story about vocation. And it may be one of the most enjoyable works of fiction I’ve ever read.

3. Bookstores should be able to function as tax free businesses because they are so critical to the health of the communities they are in.

4. Re: Lauren Daigle. It is only a (post?) postmodern culture that views worship music as first and foremost an entertainment, that would defend her silence on a doctrinal issue with, “She’s reaching more people than her critics ever will.” Since when has an amount reached ever been a defense against the need for faithfulness to basic doctrinal precepts? There may be a defense when a Christian does not answer a controversial question but pragmatism is not a defense.

5. I worry about how much sugar my kids are consuming but I ate Little Debbies three at a time as a kid.

6. Only another teacher will be able to understand, but I love being back with my students. It’s as if there is something out of kilter when I am not seeing them regularly.

7. People will angrily argue over anything on the internet. I am part of a Facebook for fans of Bach and even there they will fight over the best recorded version of a piece and devolve to calling each other names.

8. I don’t want to wish away my life, but pitchers and catchers report in just a few weeks.

9. This isn’t normally a place for links to other articles, but this one by David Brooks is worth your time. I discussed this one with my 10th graders yesterday and it was a great profitable discussion for us all.

10. I love my kids but I am looking forward to loving them from afar with my wife while we are out of town.

Random Thoughts at the End of 2018

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1. All I know for certain at the end of the year is the faithfulness of Christ. And that is enough. Enough to evaluate the past and enough to step into the future with a steady confidence.

2. For over two months, I have almost exclusively listened to the music of Johann Sebastian Bach. And it has changed me. I’m not even sure I explain it all. A pursuit of beauty. A desire to escape the shallow pools of pop culture awash in memes and prurient push for anything new. A need for music made “for the glory of God and the refreshment of the human spirit.” It has changed me, I know that. And it’s felt more rebellious than I could have imagined.

3. I don’t understand the desire to take down Christmas lights so quickly. Too much joy for you? When we take ours down, it feels like a lancing of the soul. Which is why we keep the white lights burning bright in the Carolina Jasmine surrounding our front door all year round.

4. I’m about to say something I don’t even understand – I miss work.

5. Go find a recording of Bach’s “A Musical Offering” with Yehudi Menuhin on violin and after all the kids have gone to bed, put that on and turn off everything else. And then listen to it while they are awake so they have some exposure to something enduring.

6. I wish I had read Watership Down long before now.

7. 1) The smell of Bethany, 2) The smell of old books, 3) The smell of old records.

8. I do not doubt our wisdom in spending very little on Christmas presents for our kids. But that can be lonely when they come and tell you what other kids got for Christmas. Our kids handle this fairly well. Probably better than I would have. But it is a peculiarly lonely feeling. I am sure some of you have felt it. The despair of comparing others gifts to your own starts early and never really ends, does it?

9. Get your news from the poets.

10. All I know for certain about the coming year is the faithfulness of Christ. We may face tragedy and pain and disappointment hitherto unknown. But I know the King and he is faithful regardless.

Random Thoughts for the Weekend

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1. There is a King and a Kingdom. There is a King and a Kingdom. There is a King and a Kingdom. There is a King and a Kingdom. There is a King and a Kingdom. There is a King and a Kingdom. There is a King and a Kingdom.

2. Beware of Christians who do not seem worried about speaking too strongly about how we should live, but they are worried about speaking too strongly about how much we are loved.

3. Those who follow the crucified King should be the last to be concerned about what is cool.

4. We now live in a world in which the only real rebellion is believing the Bible stories are true.

5. Seeing that picture of Justin Bieber holding Tim Keller’s The Meaning of Marriage has thrown for me a loop. But a good loop. It is quite possible that now that book and Keller are being listened to the world over by those who would have never encountered him otherwise. And they are now encountering Jesus in all his glory and grace.

6. I need songs that help me wait for the coming King.

7. The hardest part of the coming school year will be resting on Saturday.

8. I was able to spend a lot of time with my daughter and sons this summer. Some of it was hard. Most was wonderful. What I learned though was, my interests and hobbies and how I spend my time and money and what I talk about are, whether intentionally or unintentionally, part of the discipleship of my kids. I have grieved over my lack of awareness of this at 4 am on many mornings.

9. If forced to choose a once-in-a-lifetime dinner with any famous person or my wife, dinner with her without even a wisp of regret.

10. After having two plus months off work, I am back to teaching teenagers about the deep things of God and the glory of the coming King. Below is a list of things I miss about working at the bank.