The Man: Whaddoidowhaddoido? I play R’nB, R’n’B, ARANBEE, eatin’ Paris buns, cleanin’ windows, down by Avalon, down by Avalon, Mahalia Jackson comin’ through the ether, Arthur Askey, Jimmy Clitheroe, Sidney Bechet, Edith Piaf, Mary, Mungo’n’Midge, Lightnin’ Hopkins, Billy Cotton Band Show, Are You Being Served?, Bix Beiderbecke, King Oliver, Louis Theroux, lionel Blue, Lionel Hampton, Lionel Richie, Lional Morten, Lionel Blair, Dan Dare, Scarborough Fair, corporate hospitality down on Cyprus Avenue, pork pie hat, shades, black suit, black duit, pork pies, pork pies, EATIN’ ALL THE PIES, smooth jazz, three chords, mystical rants, Celtic Ray, Doris Day, Milk Tray, Willis Conover, Simon Dee, Edward Stourton, Alan Freed, Peters’n’Lee, fiddle-de-dee, tore down a la Gambo, did ye get healed did ye get healed?’
Prince: Ah, very good, very good… and you sir, next in line, what do you do? (ad infinitum)
“Give us a bit of that Brown Eyed Girl one, that’s a good un. And how about getting the old Them back together? Do you want to hear my Bluebottle impression?”
That would have been peak sourness, a dangerously high level of grump. Never been tried before. Likely structural damage, multiple casualities – some fatal, and curdled milk. Or worse. Her Maj would have been moved well away from the immediate area. At least as far as Balmoral.
I genuinely haven’t seen him smile since that Q interview where they brought him together with Spike Milligan. I think that was in….. Christ, 1988 or something.
That’s a great article, and says probably all that can be said about him. I liked this:
“I really get this gripe he has about people thinking he’s an ‘entertainer’, when he’s actually a lost voice from another place, a clue sent by the ‘mystery’ to stop us losing interest. I can see why it maddens him that nobody seems to grasp all that. He’s out of this world, one of one.”
I think that’s right, but I also think that he should see he’s in the entertainment industry, that’s how he gets across to people, and he should go a bit lighter on himself, and the people he entertains.
Thanks for the link. Saved me reading all them books.
I loved his comment re the dinner with Dylan. Suspect those two are on similar wavelengths if you’ll pardon the pun.
Of the interviews I’ve read ,when he deigns to actually speak he can be relied on to give thoughtful answers, not glib pap. Often he will say he doesn’t know coz he has thought about the question and actually doesn’t know.
‘It ain’t why why, it just is’. There’s a catch-all answer for most questions, as used in… actually, I can’t remember. Is it something off ‘Common One’?
Can you meet me in the country
In the summertime in England
Will you meet me?
Will you meet me in the country
In the summertime in England
Will you meet me?
We’ll go riding up to Kendal in the country
In the summertime in England.
Did you ever hear about
Did you ever hear about
Did you ever hear about
Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?
Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?
They were smokin’ up in Kendal
By the lakeside
Can you meet me in the country in the long grass
In the summertime in England
Will you meet me
With your red robe dangling all around your body
With your red robe dangling all around your body
Will you meet me
Did you ever hear about . . .
William Blake
T. S. Eliot
In the summer
In the countryside
They were smokin’
Summertime in England
Won’t you meet me down Bristol
Meet me along by Bristol
We’ll go ridin’ down
Down by Avalon
Down by Avalon
Down by Avalon
In the countryside in England
With your red robe danglin’ all around your body free
Let your red robe go.
Goin’ ridin’ down by Avalon
Would you meet me in the country
In the summertime in England
Would you meet me?
In the Church of St. John . . .
Down by Avalon . . . .
Holy Magnet
Give you attraction
Yea, I was attracted to you.
Your coat was old, ragged and worn
And you wore it down through the ages
Ah, the sufferin’ did show in your eyes as we spoke
And the gospel music
The voice of Mahalia Jackson came through the ether
Oh my common one with the coat so old
And the light in the head
Said, daddy, don’t stroke me
Call me the common one.
I said, oh, common one, my illuminated one.
Oh my high in the art of sufferin’ one.
Take a walk with me
Take a walk with me down by Avalon
Oh, my common one with the coat so old
And the light in her head.
And the sufferin’ so fine
Take a walk with me down by Avalon
And I will show you
It ain’t why, why, why
It just is.
Would you meet me in the country
Can you meet me in the long grass
In the country in the summertime
Can you meet me in the long grass
Wait a minute
With your red robe . . .
Danglin’ all around your body.
Yeats and Lady Gregory corresponded . . .
And James Joyce wrote streams of consciousness books . . .
T.S. Eliot chose England . . .
T.S. Eliot joined the ministry . . .
Did you ever hear about . . .
Wordsworth and Coleridge?
Smokin’ up in Kendal
They were smokin’ by the lakeside . . .
Let your red robe go . . .
Let your red robe dangle in the countryside in England
We’ll go ridin’ down by Avalon
In the country
In the summertime
With you by my side
Let your red robe go . . .
You’ll be happy dancin’ . . .
Let your red robe go . . .
Won’t you meet me down by Avalon
In the summertime in England
In the Church of St. John . . .
Did you ever hear about Jesus walkin’
Jesus walkin’ down by Avalon?
Can you feel the light in England?
Can you feel the light in England?
Oh, my common one with the light in her head
And the coat so old
And the sufferin’ so fine
Take a walk with me
Oh, my common one,
Oh, my illuminated one
Down by Avalon . . .
Oh, my common one . . .
Oh, my storytime one
Oh, my treasury in the sunset
Take a walk with me
And I will show you
It ain’t why . . .
It just is . . .
Oh, my common one
With the light in the head
And the coat so old
Oh, my high in the art of sufferin’ one . . .
Oh, my common one
Take a walk with me
Down by Avalon
And I will show you
It ain’t why . . .
It just is.
Oh, my common one with the light in her head
And the coat so fine
And the sufferin’ so high . . .
All right now.
Oh, my common one . . .
It ain’t why . . .
It just is . . .
That’s all
That’s all there is about it.
It just is.
Can you feel the light?
I want to go to church and say.
In your soul . . .
Ain’t it high?
Oh, my common one
Oh, my storytime one
Oh, my high in the art of sufferin’ one
Put your head on my shoulder . . .
And you listen to the silence.
Can you feel the silence?
Caption competition time:
http://i1350.photobucket.com/albums/p773/minibreakfast/sir%20van_zpssvhi2hr3.jpg
Obvious newspaper headline Here Comes The Knight.
So Mr. Morrison… are you still happy cleaning windows ??
Looks like Chuck is doing the bowing there…
ok it’s 45 fucking minutes and no fucking longer, no encores and if you or your family call out requests I’m fucking off. You got that Charlie?
You can stand up now, Sir George
Sir Ivan…
Ivan is his middle name.
The Prince: And what do you do?
The Man: Whaddoidowhaddoido? I play R’nB, R’n’B, ARANBEE, eatin’ Paris buns, cleanin’ windows, down by Avalon, down by Avalon, Mahalia Jackson comin’ through the ether, Arthur Askey, Jimmy Clitheroe, Sidney Bechet, Edith Piaf, Mary, Mungo’n’Midge, Lightnin’ Hopkins, Billy Cotton Band Show, Are You Being Served?, Bix Beiderbecke, King Oliver, Louis Theroux, lionel Blue, Lionel Hampton, Lionel Richie, Lional Morten, Lionel Blair, Dan Dare, Scarborough Fair, corporate hospitality down on Cyprus Avenue, pork pie hat, shades, black suit, black duit, pork pies, pork pies, EATIN’ ALL THE PIES, smooth jazz, three chords, mystical rants, Celtic Ray, Doris Day, Milk Tray, Willis Conover, Simon Dee, Edward Stourton, Alan Freed, Peters’n’Lee, fiddle-de-dee, tore down a la Gambo, did ye get healed did ye get healed?’
Prince: Ah, very good, very good… and you sir, next in line, what do you do? (ad infinitum)
😀
Was hoping we’d hear from you, Colin!
The Man: Hang on Your Highness, I brought you a couple of jars of mussels and some potted herrings in case you get famished before dinner.
*applauds*
Rave on Colin rave on rave on………
It ain’t whywhy, it just is…
Didyoueverhearabout Charles and Camilla? They were smokin’ up in Windsor.
“Give us a bit of that Brown Eyed Girl one, that’s a good un. And how about getting the old Them back together? Do you want to hear my Bluebottle impression?”
VtM : I’ve fallen in the water
“One has one of one’s mouth organs up one”s bumhole”
A great shame Her Majesty didn’t do the gonging. Then we could have had:
“Miserable sour-faced old bastard meets Van Morrison”
(See you in the Tower, guys)
That would have been peak sourness, a dangerously high level of grump. Never been tried before. Likely structural damage, multiple casualities – some fatal, and curdled milk. Or worse. Her Maj would have been moved well away from the immediate area. At least as far as Balmoral.
Vannus Horribilis!
Sir Moose & Sir Diddley!
Fair Play to you
Smile partially cracked! It’s a miracle!
http://i1350.photobucket.com/albums/p773/minibreakfast/sir%20van%202_zpsvbeq7dnx.jpg
I genuinely haven’t seen him smile since that Q interview where they brought him together with Spike Milligan. I think that was in….. Christ, 1988 or something.
Who’s the woman in photo?
That’s his daughter, Shana. She can sing a bit too – http://www.shanamorrison.com/
That’s his daughter, Shana.
Ta chaps!
Shana Van the Man. Her brother is Chalky White.
I think I know this – is it his daughter, Shana?
She’s named after one of his lyrics, from ‘Brown Eyed Girl’ – ‘shanananananananana…’ etc
At least he took his hat and shades off. But overall, good man yourself.
He’s been smiling again! What’s going on?!!
http://i1350.photobucket.com/albums/p773/minibreakfast/van%20smile_zps0psztbpn.jpg
Must be getting his hoggins.
In the midnight I said in the midnight in the midnight hour oh yeah.
that is indeed a rare natural smile
that Geldoff is normally a real cranky sod
Just stumbled across this article. I’m stunned that I never knew about death of a young daughter and the girl’s mother
http://www.independent.ie/opinion/analysis/brokenhearted-morrison-has-always-been-a-real-enigma-26811242.html
That’s a great article, and says probably all that can be said about him. I liked this:
“I really get this gripe he has about people thinking he’s an ‘entertainer’, when he’s actually a lost voice from another place, a clue sent by the ‘mystery’ to stop us losing interest. I can see why it maddens him that nobody seems to grasp all that. He’s out of this world, one of one.”
I think that’s right, but I also think that he should see he’s in the entertainment industry, that’s how he gets across to people, and he should go a bit lighter on himself, and the people he entertains.
Thanks for the link. Saved me reading all them books.
I loved his comment re the dinner with Dylan. Suspect those two are on similar wavelengths if you’ll pardon the pun.
Of the interviews I’ve read ,when he deigns to actually speak he can be relied on to give thoughtful answers, not glib pap. Often he will say he doesn’t know coz he has thought about the question and actually doesn’t know.
‘It ain’t why why, it just is’. There’s a catch-all answer for most questions, as used in… actually, I can’t remember. Is it something off ‘Common One’?
I thonk Buddha might have said it one of his albums first.
correct Summertime In England
“Summertime In England”
Can you meet me in the country
In the summertime in England
Will you meet me?
Will you meet me in the country
In the summertime in England
Will you meet me?
We’ll go riding up to Kendal in the country
In the summertime in England.
Did you ever hear about
Did you ever hear about
Did you ever hear about
Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?
Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?
They were smokin’ up in Kendal
By the lakeside
Can you meet me in the country in the long grass
In the summertime in England
Will you meet me
With your red robe dangling all around your body
With your red robe dangling all around your body
Will you meet me
Did you ever hear about . . .
William Blake
T. S. Eliot
In the summer
In the countryside
They were smokin’
Summertime in England
Won’t you meet me down Bristol
Meet me along by Bristol
We’ll go ridin’ down
Down by Avalon
Down by Avalon
Down by Avalon
In the countryside in England
With your red robe danglin’ all around your body free
Let your red robe go.
Goin’ ridin’ down by Avalon
Would you meet me in the country
In the summertime in England
Would you meet me?
In the Church of St. John . . .
Down by Avalon . . . .
Holy Magnet
Give you attraction
Yea, I was attracted to you.
Your coat was old, ragged and worn
And you wore it down through the ages
Ah, the sufferin’ did show in your eyes as we spoke
And the gospel music
The voice of Mahalia Jackson came through the ether
Oh my common one with the coat so old
And the light in the head
Said, daddy, don’t stroke me
Call me the common one.
I said, oh, common one, my illuminated one.
Oh my high in the art of sufferin’ one.
Take a walk with me
Take a walk with me down by Avalon
Oh, my common one with the coat so old
And the light in her head.
And the sufferin’ so fine
Take a walk with me down by Avalon
And I will show you
It ain’t why, why, why
It just is.
Would you meet me in the country
Can you meet me in the long grass
In the country in the summertime
Can you meet me in the long grass
Wait a minute
With your red robe . . .
Danglin’ all around your body.
Yeats and Lady Gregory corresponded . . .
And James Joyce wrote streams of consciousness books . . .
T.S. Eliot chose England . . .
T.S. Eliot joined the ministry . . .
Did you ever hear about . . .
Wordsworth and Coleridge?
Smokin’ up in Kendal
They were smokin’ by the lakeside . . .
Let your red robe go . . .
Let your red robe dangle in the countryside in England
We’ll go ridin’ down by Avalon
In the country
In the summertime
With you by my side
Let your red robe go . . .
You’ll be happy dancin’ . . .
Let your red robe go . . .
Won’t you meet me down by Avalon
In the summertime in England
In the Church of St. John . . .
Did you ever hear about Jesus walkin’
Jesus walkin’ down by Avalon?
Can you feel the light in England?
Can you feel the light in England?
Oh, my common one with the light in her head
And the coat so old
And the sufferin’ so fine
Take a walk with me
Oh, my common one,
Oh, my illuminated one
Down by Avalon . . .
Oh, my common one . . .
Oh, my storytime one
Oh, my treasury in the sunset
Take a walk with me
And I will show you
It ain’t why . . .
It just is . . .
Oh, my common one
With the light in the head
And the coat so old
Oh, my high in the art of sufferin’ one . . .
Oh, my common one
Take a walk with me
Down by Avalon
And I will show you
It ain’t why . . .
It just is.
Oh, my common one with the light in her head
And the coat so fine
And the sufferin’ so high . . .
All right now.
Oh, my common one . . .
It ain’t why . . .
It just is . . .
That’s all
That’s all there is about it.
It just is.
Can you feel the light?
I want to go to church and say.
In your soul . . .
Ain’t it high?
Oh, my common one
Oh, my storytime one
Oh, my high in the art of sufferin’ one
Put your head on my shoulder . . .
And you listen to the silence.
Can you feel the silence?
As far as I know Van has never acknowledged paternity regarding that tragic tale.
I imagine his response would be to not deny or confirm coz…… “it’s none of your fookin’ business”