― Chris, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark s, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alex in SF, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Daver, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― , Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I sometimes feel that the 'spiritual' (yawn) aspects of 'Astral Weeks' have obscured the highly personal, almost conversationally 'realist' nature of some of the lyrics, most esp. on 'Slim Slow Slider', the alb's utterly devastating last track - "I know you're dying/And I know you know it, too/Everytime I see you/I just don't know what to do " - itself a partial reworking of an earlier, even more harrowing song VM, 'TB Sheets'. In fact, I think a lot of the lyrics on AW still stand up - when Van sings 'em they're like hippy- dippy Chuck Berryisms, complete w/ creepy teeny lolita obsessions and some brilliant alliterative rhyme schemes that work so well when SUNG. Plus, I don't know many other pop/rock recs that draw so convincingly on jazz sounds/arrangements - Richard Davis on bass, etc.
Blimey - I want to hear it again right now!
"If I ventured in the slipstream/Between the viaducts of your dream/ Where immobile steel rims crack/And the ditch in the back roads stop"
― Andrew L, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― fritz, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ben Williams, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Please don't throw in the towel on him until you've given Veedon Fleece and St. Dominic's Preview a serious turn...
― Steve K, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Marcello Carlin, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jordan, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Lindsey B, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)