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This week we have the mighty Singing Bear, music aficionado from the Grownupbackwards blog and a story about a 'close encounter of the Van kind'. 'Crossing The Road With Van Morrison'
The man at his peak singing 'Domino'
Back in the early to mid 90's I was living in Bath and was aware that Van Morrison had a home there, too. It must be said, Van's house was somewhat more opulent than ours! You would, from time to time, hear of the odd Van sighting but, just like his reputation, he was pretty elusive. A colleague of mine did once attend a party where Van happened to show up (I've no idea why, how or where) and she told me that on being asked to sing a song Van picked up a guitar, turned his back on everyone and mumbled something vague into the corner of the room before exiting. Anyway, I expect you're wondering about my own 'Van Moment'. At this time, I was a massive fan of Van The Man (I still love his early stuff now but my interest has waned a little, I'll admit) and I often wondered what I'd say to him if we had a chance encounter. As you probably know, he's a notoriously miserable git, so not easily approachable. One day, I was a little early for work, which was a just a few streets from Mr. Morrison's residence, and I decided to nip down to the local record shop to while away a few minutes before the daily grind. Just as I approached the pedestrian crossing at the junction of The Paragon and Broad Street (anyone know Bath?) I saw a dumpy little baldy guy in denim and brown cowboy-ish boots waiting for the green man to allow us to cross. It was just me and him with no one else in sight. I sidled up close, thinking 'What shall I say? What shall I say?' In ultra quick time I considered: 'Hello Mr. Morrison, I'm a huge fan and just want to say thanks for the music', which was swiftly rejected for 'Hi Van, how're you doing? Nice day!', again rejected for just a knowing nod and a thumbs up in the hope that I'd get a smile and a 'hi' in return. The seconds ticked by as we stood side by side on the kerb, then the lights changed, it was time to cross, my mind got stuck in reverse and we both silently crossed the road together before Van disappeared into a newsagents and I just knew it would be too creepy to follow him in. All was lost., which was probably a good thing because I'm pretty sure he would have just told me to piss off.
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GUEST SPOT # 36 - Van Morrison - 'Domino'
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8 comments
Tulis commentsLittle ol' green man, Van & you, I need some 'solid' rest! What would I have done ? Sober ...the same as you!, drunk, probably would have asked him for a moondance.
ReplyHow I wish I had had the guts. I didn't really want to be abused by a hero, though. Looking back, it would have been hilarious.
ReplyWhat a delightful dilemma...to speak or not to speak. Just a great spot to be in.
ReplyIf it had been Dylan, I would definitely have said something - it would have been worth the risk. Van's a different kettle of cod.
ReplyWell if I was a veggie it would be more more a different vessel of mussili...Would you believe my wife worked in the Information desk at Heathrow and they had to smuggle Bob himself into their 'Tea place' she spoke to him for a few minutes. She does not like Bob....but acted professionally!
ReplyGood story SB, funny......elusive, odd sighting, it's like the hunt for big foot! What would I do? Prob nothing, I have a knack of making an arse of myself. I remember seeing Josh Rouse in Oxford with Sfw and seeing him outside pack his kit away. It was a good gig and I went up to him and said 'Nice One'......nice one??? I never say nice one. He sort of just looked at me, probably in disgust.
ReplyGreat story SB, which is a true reflection of when you "meet the stars". I'd like to say that I've acted differently and got into a in depth conversation about music, art and fine wines and exchanged phone numbers. The reality is, I also act like a mouse and look like stalker who wants a new "best friend"..."surely if we talk about music we'll become friends.....", "No, we wont, go away!"
ReplyThanks, friends. Glad you enjoyed my tale.
ReplyOld Pa: Your wife met Bob!! You must have been gutted!