Van, the man, Van the enigma, Van hits the S***
Let’s get it straight. Van Morrison ranks as one of the very top songwriters of the Rock ‘n Roll era. He’s right up there with Bob Dylan and the like. His Astral Weeks album alone guarantees him permanent access to any 20th Century Hall of Fame. He’s a one off, transcends musical genres and creates new ones of his own. His voice is utterly unique. But, it’s as a man, as a human being, that Van seems to fall short. And I’ll be the first to admit that maybe I’m just wrong, and indeed, would love to be too.
But just look at Van as a young man, and the Van he is today. With all the spiritual growth he’s subjected himself to, one might think that “being happy with yourself” might have him appearing nowadays as himself, certainly sans hat and shades, but not a bit of it. Maybe with his baldy head he feels the cold, even when he’s in LA and indoors. But the thought intrudes, is he hiding something, covering himself up the way he does?
Maybe we should just be pleased with what we’ve got and accept it for what it is? Do you know those before and after adverts? Before – a bald guy who can’t get a chick, and after, here he is now, beaming under a mahogany colored toupé which looks more like a bird’s nest than hair, and guess what, now he’s either beating off the chicks, or, he’s with his wife, who’s salivating over him like he’s Brad Pitt on viagra? Well, maybe what we’re looking at in the case of Van, is the improved version, the ‘after’ part of the advert. If so, God help him.
Some years back, a friend of mine wrote a review for the Irish Times of a Van concert in Dublin, one in which Van was bad tempered, openly criticized the backing musicians and kept his back to the audience all night. The headline of the review in next day’s paper was “Van hits the shit”.
We don’t much care if our rock stars bite the heads of live snakes, dress in women’s clothes, or generally behave disgracefully, but there’s something a bit stomach-turning about someone who sings songs of spiritual insights and love, while being a complete asshole as a human being – even if it is the improved version we are looking at.
Maybe I’m just too hard on him. We’ve all heard of bad tempered gurus in India, living in caves and throwing rocks at people approaching to ask them about enlightenment, so what if he’s had a compassion by-pass? One Belfast guy said Van’s a songwriter who channels stuff — the greatest antenna Belfast has produced. Perhaps that’s it, and we should enjoy it for what it is.
I read once that Mrs Tolstoy said something to the effect that her old man writes about it so well, why can’t he practice some of it himself in his day to day life?
Maybe that’s it, and who am I to cast a stone at anyone, certainly someone like Van who’s touched the hearts of so many.


Nancy Pastor / For the Times
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