![]() ![]() There’s a courageousness in Van Morrison’s deep search into the slipstream. I am a writer, who can often write about music with skill, but I will never touch even the outskirts of what makes “Astral Weeks” so timeless, and so majestic. I feel it so viscerally, that it has become me. I don’t know what it is exactly about this album. I’ve more than once found myself listening to the album and falling into a reverie, completely lost in its time weeping uncontrollably, grabbing my chest to slow my breathing. Listening to it somehow connects me to a deep truth, old as the universe itself. ![]() I could listen to Van Morrison’s “Astral Weeks” forever and never grow tired of it. That is the lyrical beginning to the greatest album ever made. “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 / Could you find me? / Would you kiss-a my eyes? / Lay me down, / In silence easy, to be born again.” (Astral Weeks)
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