Sitting in Bostonâs Ace Studios in September 1968, producer Lewis Merenstein and partner Bob Schwaid were on hand to evaluate Van Morrisonâs first new music since a tumultuous falling out with Bang Records, which had released the Northern Irish troubadourâs first solo recordings. Whatever the two scoutsâ expectations might have been, the first song Morrison played in his audition stunned them as he strummed his acoustic guitar and sang:
âIf I ventured in the slipstream
Beneath the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born againâŠâ
Within 30 seconds, âMy whole being was vibrating,â Merenstein would recall in 2008. âI knew he was being rebornâŠI knew I wanted to work with him at that moment.â The song, âAstral Weeks,â projected a striking new sound for the artist, one that would bloom into the song cycle that would take its name from that track.
How Morrison had arrived at that transformation remains partly shrouded by his notoriously mercurial temperament, as detailed in Ryan H. Walshâs Astral WeeksâA Secret History of 1968, a wide-ranging and discursive look at Bostonâs pop-cultural landscape that chronicles how the artist had fled to Cambridge in the wake of his battle with Bang and producer Bert Berns. Within weeks of Astral Weeksâ completion, Van Morrison would distance himself from some of the production choices; after performing the album in its entirety in 1969, he would virtually excise its eight songs from his live shows until 2008, when he ended that boycott to mount note-for-note live performances of the songs and arrangements to mark its 40th anniversary.
Sir George Ivan Morrisonâs shifting assessment canât blunt the albumâs singular, hypnotic power. From the moment jazz veteran Richard Davisâ acoustic double bass tips off the triple-meter rhythms of the title song, Van Morrison embarks on a mission of spiritual discovery âin another time, in another placeâ against an instrumental backdrop that weaves pop, jazz and folk elements into striking, seductive chamber pop.
Listen to the title track, âAstral Weeksâ
Davisâ sonorous bass emerges as the albumâs rhythmic anchor, pushing and pulling against Morrisonâs acoustic guitar at the center of improvised arrangements embellished with classical guitar figures, flute, gleaming vibes and shimmering strings. Morrison would often claim his lyrics were less composed than channeled from beyond, a true stream of consciousness that indeed propelled âAstral Weeksâ and the albumâs other songs into that truly separate time and place.
That feverish poetic intensity persists throughout the cycle even as the songs shift in pace and tone. The whirling energy of the title track leads into the hushed cityscape of âBeside You,â drawn in spare instrumental strokes from Davisâ plucked bass notes, Jay Berlinerâs classical guitar and flute in a free-floating arrangement that literally stops time beneath Morrisonâs alternately soaring and whispered singing. Where the album liner notes name-check landmarks in and around Boston, the places and characters here and elsewhere on Astral Weeks transport singer and listener back to Morrisonâs Belfast.
Related: Our obituary of Astral Weeks producer Lewis Merenstein
None is more explicit in evoking his birthplace than the haunting âCyprus Avenue,â where Morrisonâs fusion of poetic detail and tremulous emotion is palpable. The song proceeds slowly, suggesting the singerâs passage along a street rising up from memory, âconquered in a car seatâ in trembling contemplation of adolescent passions that render him nearly speechless:
âYeah, my tongue gets tied
Every, every, every time I try to speak
My tongue gets tied
Every time I try to speak
And my inside shakes just like a leaf on a treeâŠâ
Listen to âCyprus Avenueâ
As he stutters and repeats words, Morrison seems literally entranced. The lyricism of his singing and the gentle beauty of the arrangement, with its patient gait once more anchored in Davisâ bass and gracefully shaded by harpsichord figures, is mesmerizing.
The alternation of more rhythmic, uptempo songs with quieter pieces shapes the entire album. Side oneâs âBeside Youâ and âCyprus Avenueâ bracket another bright, major key romantic celebration in âSweet Thing,â which shares the setâs focus on triple-meter structures, in this case 6/4. And following âCyprus Avenue,â Morrison leads off the second side of the original LP with âThe Way Young Lovers Do,â a fast waltz thatâs roiled by Davisâ slyly off-center bass line and enlivened by Larry Fallonâs horn and string arrangements.
Listen to âThe Way Young Lovers Doâ
The remaining three songs on Astral Weeks confirm its uncompromised poetic intensity as a template for the Celtic soul sensibility that has dominated Morrisonâs long and prolific catalog since. With âMadame George,â he creates an extraordinary portrait of a Belfast transvestite, laced with tender empathy, rendered with narrative detail, and populated with characters in a cinematic tableau:
âDown on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high-heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behindâŠâ
Listen to âMadame Georgeâ
In his quest for spiritual rebirth, Morrison moves from childhood memory through first love, disillusion, old age and, on the albumâs final track, death itself. âI know youâre dying, baby, and I know you know it, too,â he sings on âSlim Slow Slider,â which recalls the deathbed vignette of âT.B. Sheets,â a standout on the otherwise bowdlerized Blowinâ Your Mind! album Bang Records had rushed into release in 1967, setting off the dispute that poisoned its ties to Morrison. The version of âSlim Slow Sliderâ that appears on Astral Weeks ends with deathâs final defeat, yet the longer take included in the 2015 reissue ends on a very different, arguably redemptive note.
Listen to âSlim Slow Sliderâ (Long version)
Such music would be impressive had Morrison and Merenstein groomed these performances over months of studio takes. The miracle is that all eight songs were captured in just two days of sessions on September 25 and October 15. (An October 1 session was doomed, scrubbed after three hours of dead-end takes.) Richard Davis, Jay Berliner, percussionist and vibraphonist Warren Smith Jr., and drummer Connie Kay were strangers, respected jazz musicians who barely exchanged words with Morrison, who sang and played guitar from within an isolation booth while the others freely improvised. Larry Fallonâs string and horn charts were the only through-composed elements of the project. That something verging on telepathy was afoot is perhaps best illustrated by the title song, the last of four finished basic tracks cut on the first evening and captured on the first take.
Sir Vanâs discography may list Blowinâ Your Mind! as his first album, but Astral Weeks, released on November 29, 1968, can be justly regarded as the first album that showed us his Celtic soul, his true debut as a unique modern bard.
Watch Morrison sing âAstral Weeksâ/âI Believe Iâve Transcendedâ live
And another from Hollywood Bowl, “Astral Weeks”/”I Believe I’ve Transcended”
Morrison concert tickets are here and here. His extensive recorded legacy is available in the U.S. here and in the U.K. here.
Related: We look back at another Van classic, His Band and Street Choir
4 Comments so far
Jump into a conversationAs a fan of Van from the beginning, I’ve so often heard these kinds of comments referring to “Astral Weeks.” It was a ground-breaking record in its time, but in my opinion Van has released so many more that stand the test of time even better. No doubt all Morrison fans will have their own favorites, but for me, “Veedon Fleece” is the album that should be referred to as Van’s “Masterpiece.” Sadly, it entered the record discount bins not long after it was released, but it was and still is staggeringly good. Talk about Irish soul on a recording!
Despite its absurd title, Blowin’ Your Mind is hardly a bowdlerized” record. It’s very near perfect. Van’s interpretation of Midnight Special is one of the best ever done. But Bye Bye Baby, He Ain’t Give You None, Spanish Rose, Who Drove the Red Sports Car, etc. What do you claim is wrong with it? As a first solo effort it’s as good as Bob Dylan’s first album. With Brown Eyed Girl kicking it off, Van’s ONLY #1 song, there’s nothing “bowdlerized” about it.
Great article. I think I heard Neil Young say that an artist is a prism, allowing the light that comes from above inside your soul/personality, and when the light passes through you a song is created.
Janet Planetâs profound effect on Van canât be dismissed. I think she blew his mind and opened UP his heart, uncovering emotions he never even knew he had.
In the end, Astral Weeks is the creation of a new form of music which very few can appreciate. Truth without too many frills. Raw emotion without the use of power chords. Keep UP the great work.
PS – I find it strange that articles that focus on Astral Weeks (Iâm thinking of the Ringerâs 50th anniversary articles) rarely mention the Christian theme of being âborn again.â The album is special in that it weds the physical and the spiritual natures of reality into a ânew creation.â Thanks again.
RE: âCyprus Avenueâ
These “inspired” lyrics are directly lifted from “All Shook Up” by Elvis, composed by a true genius, Otis Blackwell. Nonetheless, Van’s appropriation solidifies his taste. As Lennon said, “We steal from the best!”