Und dann stosse ich gerade, wo ich alten Zeiten nachhänge, im Netz auf Ben Chasny, mastermind der geschätzten Unternehmung SIX ORGANS OF ADMITTANCE, und seine Liebeserklärung an eine alte Platte von Van Morrison, die auch zu meinen Top 3 des alten Iren zählt. Und Ben äussert sich wiefolgt:
„There are so many devastating moments on VEEDON FLEECE (1974) that to list only a few would be total injustice to the rest. But fuck it, what the fuck is just in this world? Well at least we can experience hope in one man’s search for light. Right? So let’s talk about the way Van ends “Linden Arden Stole The Highlights” with the line, „now he’s living with a gun“ and then starts up the very next song by throwing his voice way up on top of his vocal chords and letting it settle down to a calmer note while singing, „oh well it’s lonely, when you’re living with a gun.“ Ah, I’m not a good enough writer to explain how magical it is. You’ll just have to trust me. Or we could talk about how it’s a whiskey drinking record, an alchemical rumination, a journal of his post-divorce drive through the Irish countryside, or his most thoroughly William Blake influenced work ever (just look at his hair on the cover, for Christ’s sake!).“