i've prolly told you this story a dozen times, but...
there was a folksinger in the 60's name of Phil Ochs who made one great album (Tape From California, 1968). he also went flat fucking nuts / and it didn't help matters that his larynx was crushed by Persons Unkown on a beach in Angola. i mean, he couldn't fucking sing anymore, right? so he doubled up on his Drinking and Paranoia.
anyhoo, guy was a huge Van Morrison fan and went to one of shows in L.A., i believe, mid.70's maybe (Ochs hanged himself not long after). Ochs is up front and horribly drunk, yelling, "PLAY 'MADAME GEORGE,' PLEASE PLAY 'MADAME GEORGE'." they ultimately had to throw him out, but even with his mind at the end of its tether, that song still touched him in some deep and intense way.
ps/ i love Astral Weeks, but could never get into "beside you." otherwise: Holy Sheesh...
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there was a folksinger in the 60's name of Phil Ochs who made one great album (Tape From California, 1968). he also went flat fucking nuts / and it didn't help matters that his larynx was crushed by Persons Unkown on a beach in Angola. i mean, he couldn't fucking sing anymore, right? so he doubled up on his Drinking and Paranoia.
anyhoo, guy was a huge Van Morrison fan and went to one of shows in L.A., i believe, mid.70's maybe (Ochs hanged himself not long after). Ochs is up front and horribly drunk, yelling, "PLAY 'MADAME GEORGE,' PLEASE PLAY 'MADAME GEORGE'." they ultimately had to throw him out, but even with his mind at the end of its tether, that song still touched him in some deep and intense way.
ps/ i love Astral Weeks, but could never get into "beside you." otherwise: Holy Sheesh...
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"You don't pull no punches, but you can't push the river."
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I commented to a friend, drunk on cheap bourbon in new orleans, that astral weeks sound like what love should feel like.
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