Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks

Van Morrison, 'Astral Weeks'

Every great work of art has two faces – one that is timely and that represents its own era, and one that is timeless and looks beyond the present to something approaching eternity.

While the Beatles’ 1967 release, Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band is a veritable magnum opus of both time and moment, it now seems both dated and disconnected. On the other hand, Rubber Soul recorded two years previously, sounds both contemporary and enduring. Indeed, it stills resounds all these years later.

Thankfully, there are a few albums that contain the bookends of both timelessness and immortality: Sinatra’s Only the Lonely; Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue; Dave Brubeck’s Take Five; Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks; Carole King’s Tapestry; Joni Mitchell’s Blue, to name a few. While these frontliners were seasoned artists by the time their singular masterpieces were released, Van Morrison was just 22 years old when he recorded Astral Weeks. According to a recent survey in Rolling Stone, Morrison’s “modest little jazz-rock album” remains the favorite for more than two-thirds of all of the assorted reviewers of the magazine. “There’s Astral Weeks – and then there’s every other album,” critic Dave Marsh states emphatically.

Astral Weeks, insofar as it can be pinned down, is a work about people stunned by life, completely overwhelmed, stalled in their skins, paralyzed by the enormity of what in one moment of vision they can somehow grasp. Astonishingly, the youthful Morrison sounds as if he had somehow lived several lives simultaneously. Irish to the core, filled with remorse that time has somehow passed him by even as he attempts to take in everything that came his way, Morrison sings the way his fellow countryman, John Keats, wrote – unfettered and resolute. At even a first-listen, Van Morrison’s excursion into the human condition throughout his 53-minute masterwork is both sustaining and lustrous.

“I once saw a film on the life of John McCormack, the great Irish tenor,” Morrison stated to critic Ralph Gleason three years after the release of Astral Weeks. “In the film, McCormack played himself. During one portion of the film, McCormack explains to his accompanist that the elements necessary to mark the important voice off from the other good ones were very specific. ‘You have to have,’ he said, ‘the yarrrragh in your voice.’”

After just one listening of Astral Weeks, it is evident that Van the Man has the yarrrragh.

Recorded 14 months after his highly-praised solo debut album, Blowin’ Your Mind, was released (which was highlighted by his seminal anthem, “Brown-eyed Girl”), Morrison’s follow-up record was recorded in October 1968 amidst enormous personal tumult. After all, Van had been sued, threatened with deportation, and then harassed by his old music company, Bang Records throughout much of ’68. This led him to sign on with a more prestigious label, Warner Brothers, who finally secured him the legal protection Morrison ultimately needed. In the final analysis, Bang Records had wanted Van to write unswerving pop hits in the vein of “Friday’s Child” and “The Midnight Special.”

“I was unwilling to be looked at as a musical hit factory. I wanted to dabble without some record executive telling me what my musical tastes should be,” Morrison said in a lengthy interview with critic Lester Bangs years later.

By the middle of 1968, Van was residing in Cambridge, Massachusetts with his new American wife, Janet “Planet” Rigsbee. Morrison, a native of East Belfast, Northern Ireland, had made a name for himself in the British Isles as the lead singer of the mid-sixties pop group, Them, a quartet that had scored two minor hits written by Van, “Gloria,” and “Here Comes the Night.”

Morrison had actually ventured to the States to make it as a soloist in early ’67, but by the time Astral Weeks was recorded, he had already become wizened to the unsavory ways of the American recording business. In the final analysis, he was not looking for money but complete artistic control. “Money was secondary. My music was everything,” Van admitted later on to Rolling Stone’s Ralph Gleason.

While he was getting sued by Bang Records, Morrison had begun to explore the depths of musical improvisation with an eclectic assortment of students from Boston’s famed Berklee School of Music. By the summer of ’68, he had begun playing local jazz clubs in both Boston and Cambridge, where, he said, “I could feel the freedom of music that I was not feeling in my professional life that had then been put on hold.” He had authored an assortment of disparate songs by then, many of them based on his Belfast youth. When Van finally was released from his stifling Bang Records contract, he told Warner Brothers’ executives in September that he wanted to make a very different record at the label’s studio in Manhattan. To their enormous credit, the powers-that-be at Warner Brothers’ finally acquiesced.

Employing a combination of his own intuition and some word-of-mouth advice from his Berklee-Boston comrades, Morrison then hired jazz producer Lewis Merenstein to produce the album and insisted that stand-up bassist Richard Davis serve as the rhythmic underpinning for all eight of Astral Weeks’ musical compositions. Guitarist Jay Berliner, drummer Connie Kay, and percussionist and string arranger Warren Smith, Jr., formed the rest of the impromptu band behind Morrison’s soaring vocals and expressive acoustic guitar accompaniment.

“We recorded the album in three sessions over a two-week period,” Morrison recalled to Dave Marsh in a 1998 interview. “I kept changing my songs, lyrically. We would then gather the band together, play it on my acoustic as I sang. It never took them more than a few listens for them to get them to work and record what I had outlined. It was the ultimate riffing.”

Incredibly, Astral Weeks turned out to be neither rock nor folk nor jazz nor blues, though there are traces of all four in the music and in Morrison’s voice which sounds like a bugle call for the capriciousness of life. Despite the fact that many have classified it as a jazz album, there are virtually no musical solos that would dominate his much more celebrated follow-up, Moondance. While there are interludes of breathtaking beauty when the music surges and repels, rises and falls, around Van’s lilting voice, the classification of Astral Weeks has always been up for grabs.

After the disc was released, Morrison admitted then that he preferred playing small clubs because of the intimacy of such venues and when asked about all the patrons clinking their glasses, intruding on his performances, he whimsically stated, “You put your drink down when you really get into it.”

Of course, Astral Weeks better showcases those powers of observation. Van sees all the little things, even though the big things often get in the way. He provides details that may seem mundane on the surface, such as throwing pennies off a bridge in his piercing ballad, “Madame George.” In a further listening, however, that simple act of penny-throwing becomes a metaphor for something much grander. Ultimately, it’s about adolescence – most of the album is – but more specifically, teenaged idling and carelessness — you know, when one could get away with wasting precious minutes with such a mindless activity and at the same time, not really be concerned with the consequences. The entire exercise is intimate. This is no stadium-induced album but a private conversation between friends. Van’s lyrics sound like a John Coltrane sax solo – unrestrained, repetition with a point, unencumbered. In the final analysis, there is an impressionistic-painting-element to the entire affair – a musical pointillism.

“All the scrapbooks built together stuck with glue

And I’ll stand beside you, beside you

Oh child, to never wonder why

To never, never, never, never wonder why at all

To never, never, never, never wonder why

It’s gotta be, it has to be – you “

The album begins with the title track, “Astral Weeks,” and the searing lines: “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,” verses that rival Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell for pure imagery and perspective. There is a lilting impetuousness to the tune; it somehow sounds fresh every time you hear it played. The playful back-and-forth between Morrison’s little ensemble captures the tone of the lyrics which are decidedly stream-of-consciousness. 

The recording’s second song, “Beside You,” commences with an unforgettable exchange between guitarist Jay Berliner and Van’s potent vocals that seem to wrap themselves around one another. While many have described it as a quintessential love ballad, there is a spirituality present that would become evident in scores of Morrison songs later on. Yes, we inevitably travel the world as sole adventurers, but to make sense of it, it’s always better to spring forth with someone you love.

The third tune, “Sweet Thing,” the only tune on Astral Weeks to receive airplay as a single, remains one of Van’s most requested concert songs. Over an endlessly descending, circular progression, Morrison sings hopeful lyrics about nature and a romantic partner, with a hint of regret sprinkled in: ‘And I will stroll the merry way.’ The band continues to cook throughout this most infectious release, especially in its lilting bridge sections when the band doesn’t just complement the singer; the instrumentalists become interchangeable with Morrison’s evocative vocals. Like all of the other tunes on Astral Weeks, percussionist Warren Smith’s luminous stringed overdubs are deliciously understated – providing a perpetual breeze to whatever climate Morrison and the band is crafting at the time.

“Cyprus Avenue,” the final number of the first side of the album, is a three-chord blues composition that also has been a standard played at Morrison concerts for more than five decades. The musical and emotional centerpiece of Astral Weeks, “Cyprus Avenue” focuses on Morrison’s childhood in Belfast in lyrics that are both mystical and haunting. The tune is so brilliantly supported by bassist Richard Davis that Paul McCartney once called Lewis’s performance throughout the ballad, immortal. For me, I don’t know for sure about God or what happens to us all when we die. I wish I did. The big questions have always eluded me. But I do know that I could be dead a thousand years and the bass line from “Cypress Avenue” will still live inside some part of me. For that reason alone, I assume there is some form of an afterlife.

The fifth tune, “The Way Young Lovers Do,” seems out of place with the rest of the compositions Morrison included in the album, a lounge singer’s paean that Sinatra might well have recorded with Count Basie or Nelson Riddle. The subject of the song, an adolescent’s first kiss, however, fits well thematically with the rest of the numbers. As one friend once commented to me, Astral Weeks’ numbers are the kind that Holden Caulfield might have composed had he been a songwriter in the mid-1960’s.

The most ambitious ballad on the release, “Madame George,” is nothing less than a nine-minute excursion into the life of a Belfast boy who soaked up a wellspring of images growing up and who attempts to make sense of it all, including the people he observed along the way who marked his individual passage in time. In a record dominated by stream-of-consciousness lyrics, this song is the most impressionistic and emotional of all eight musical numbers. Heartbreaking and evocative, “Madame George” remains the personal favorite for many devotees of Astral Weeks. The rawness of the song is so over-the-top that it is almost voyeuristic. Coldplay’s Chris Martin admitted recently in a New York Times interview: “A few years ago, I was going through some personal shit, and I put Astral Weeks on, and it just tore right through me, especially ‘Madame George.’ I had to stop – turn it off. Of course, I’d heard it before, but this time it just hit me deep. I can’t remember ever having a reaction quite like that to an album. I haven’t listened to it since. I almost have a few times, but I felt oddly afraid of it.”

Raw, honest intensity can do that.

Luckily, Van places a decidedly more sanguine ballad, Ballerina,” as the follow-up. In a way, this tune is a love note to the possibilities as anything Morrison has ever recorded. He supposedly wrote it after watching his future wife dance while a student at Berklee. “Not long afterward, we were a couple, we were living in Cambridge, all was well, and I wrote ‘Moondance’ for her that first fall after I came back from recording Astral Weeks,” Morrison told Dave Marsh. “Ballerina” seems to embrace the notion first put forth by Bertrand Russell: To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

“Slim Slow Slider” completes the LP with an unanticipated shot across the bow. While the bookends of growing up for most have been framed by a combination of impulsivity and exploration, this might actually get you into trouble when you become an adult and have the undeniable guillotine of ongoing responsibilities hanging over you. In a poignant way, Morrison says goodbye here to his youth even as he clings to it one last time. One is reminded of Dylan’s line, “I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now…” as “Slim Slow Slider” fades into nothingness to conclude the songwriter’s enduring tour de force.

When Astral Weeks came out in late 1968, I paid it little heed as did the general public at the time. Unlike any other Morrison album, however, it has actually sold more and more copies each year – a word-of-mouth gemstone that never seemed to grow old with the passage of time.

In the late 1970’s, I worked as an intern at a local Boston radio station for a spell. Superstition abounded, especially in such a kinetic business. One of the rituals for each disc jockey was to have his or her individual stack of records to be left on the shelf “in case the world ended.”  It was nothing more than a personal preferred list, but each jockey would put his or her absolute favorite on the very top. After 50 years of literally thousands of exemplary musical releases framing my memory, Astral Weeks remains on top of my personal stack. I can’t imagine another release replacing it.

Like van Gogh’s sunflowers that are forever in bloom or the dancers who will eternally move like the wind in Alvin Ailey’s Revelations, the music of Astral Weeks will continually be an unyielding musical expression to the realization that the most wondrous of all ages – youthis fleeting. I will listen to the album until my last days because it also contains the ultimate incongruity of life – that something so spontaneous – so spur of the moment – can concurrently touch the hemline of immortality.

For my friend, Denise Ann.

 

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2 thoughts on “Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks

  1. Doug Lyons says:

    I love Van. I l also love and admire good writing.
    Kudos to the GCDS alums who inspired you to initiate this blog. There is a clear 2nd career or post career available to you. The next time you are similarly inspired, consider giving one of the major music journals a preview – for possible publication.
    Terrific piece. Congratulations. Waiting for the next entry.
    Doug lyons

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