Van Morrison, one of my favorite sounds, can often get a bit stuffed cheek in an almost Joe Cocker sort of mumble.
He can seem all babbling bullshit when I just feel like singing along to straight lyrics. I often despise live recordings for this same reason.
Stick to the script.
But today as I stood there. Mascara wand poised in mid air in the midst of my own daily routine this song came in like a sword and cut me off at the knees.
The piano in this version is angelic, the horns so clear so incredibly sharp, it felt like a blow to the chest.
And all the while the now soft bean bag chair of a voice of Mr Morrison provided the landing cushion for my fall.
What a spectacular find. What a glorious sound. How an ‘oldie’ can suddenly become so new and so relevant and sound so…perfect, is beyond me.
Gorgeous.
What I find as a perfect end note to this thought is that my shuffle library followed this with Velvet Revolvers “Fall To Pieces”, which is exactly what I did upon hearing this version of Live Mystic.
Its gonna be a great day. Spread the love.
This morning was I was provided with a live version of “Into The Mystic”.