October 05, 2008


Van the Man is getting in the wayback for Astral Weeks. I feel pretty fuck yes about this, but the big but is that in his years, his range has gone from wild and precious to gravelly and flat and foghorny. Croon done gone yelp. Can he conjure all the tint and whisper of that record? His doggy voice is better suited for a return to TB Sheets, which is all wide turns and mourning. Never the less, I would pay money to try and find out bout the pip-pip flutes revivified forty years after the fact. Against my better judgement. Against my rule of no re-enactments and no reunion tours. There is enough parts where dude doesn't sing that are magical that even if he "sux" it could still be a banner eve.

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