_
      Veedon
      Fleece
      -
      Wasa
      favourite
      of
      mine
      simply
     
    

    
     
      _
      because
      it
      bears
      the
      the
      most
      resemblance
      to
      Astral
     
    

    
     
      |
      Weeks
      (which
      means
      not
      much),
      but
      it
      has
      a
      fair
     
    

    
     
      '
      amount
      of
      forgettable
      material.
      Though
      Van
      often
     
    

    
     
      _
      doesn’t
      make
      sense
      lyrically,
      he
      goes
      way
      off
      the
     
    

    
     
      ,
      deep
      end
      here.
      ‘‘Fair
      Play,’’
      ‘‘Linden
      Arden
      Stole
      the
     
    

    
     
      -
      Highlights,’’
      “‘Cul
      De
      Sac’’
      and
      ‘‘
      Who
      Was
      That
     
    

    
     
      _
      Masked
      Man’’
      are
      heart
      breakingly
      gorgeous.
      Com-
     
     
      bine
      half
      of
      this
      with
      half
      of
      St.
      Dominic's
      Preview
     
     
      (that’s
      what
      home
      taping
      is
      for)
      and
      you
      have
      a
     
    

    
     
      _
      flippin’
      masterpiece.
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Wavelength
      -
      A
      sell
      out,
      but
      fans
      may
      actually
      enjoy
     
     
      hearing
      Morrison
      do
      pop
      -
      it’s
      refreshingly
      unpreten-
     
     
      tious.
      Completely
      listenable,
      if
      not
      particularly
      mov-
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ing.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Into
      the
      Music
      -
      The
      last
      blast
      of
      transcendence
      from
     
     
      Morrison.
      One
      of
      his
      most
      consistent
      efforts,
      though
     
     
      the
      voice
      has
      declined
      slightly.
      There’s
      not
      much
      to
     
     
      say
      about
      his
      great
      stuff,
      it’s
      just...
      great.
      Ah,
      but
      I
     
     
      won’t
      have
      to
      worry
      about
      that
      soon
      enough.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Common
      One
      -
      Closer
      to
      Into
      the
      Music
      than
      one
      may
     
     
      be
      led
      to
      believe.
      His
      babblings
      about
      poetry
      are
      truly
     
     
      wacko
      (**Did
      you
      ever
      hear
      about/
      Wordsworth
      and
     
     
      Coleridge,
      baby).
      Two
      songs
      clock
      in
      atasleepy
      eyed
     
     
      fifteen
      minutes
      each.
      Nonetheless,
      it
      is
      asubtle
      and
     
     
      fairly
      lovely
      work.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Beautiful
      Vision
      -
      His
      last
      great
      album.
      Disturbingly,
     
     
      _
      female
      back-up
      singers
      carry
      the
      bulk
      of
      the
      vocal
     
    

    
     
      ,
      weight.
      Nonetheless,
      the
      title
      is
      apt.
     
    

    
     
      |
      fnarticulate
      Speech
      of
      the
      Heart,
      Poetic
      Champions
     
     
      "Compose,
      No
      Guru,
      No
      Method,
      No
      Teacher,
      Avalon
     
     
      Sunset,
      Enlightenmentand
      Hymns
      to
      the
      Silence
      -
      |
     
     
      _tefer
      to
      this
      stage
      as
      post-orgasmic
      Van
      (whether
     
     
      “that’s
      because
      this
      stuff
      sounds
      limp
      or
      satisfied
      of
     
     
      what
      is
      for
      you
      to
      figure
      out).
      The
      cold
      hard
      truth
      is
     
     
      _thatl
      just
      don’t
      give
      a
      good
      goddamn
      about
      this
      stuff
     
     
      |
      one
      way
      or
      the
      other.
      I
      mean,
      they’re
      all
      good,
      but
     
    

    
     
      _
      you
      only
      need
      one.
      These
      albums
      even
      look
      boring
      -
     
    
   
   
    
     
      oe
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      anything
      witha
      fuckin’
      swan
      on
      the
      cover
      can’t
      be
      too
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      priiling.
      Also
      disconcerting
      are
      his
      constant
      ram-
     
    

    
     
      '
      blings
      about
      poetry
      and
      philosophy;
      he
      used
      to
      make
     
     
      ‘the
      art,
      now
      he
      hails
      others’.
      After
      getting
      through
      all
     
     
      of
      one
      of
      these
      albums
      (probably
      an
      hours
      worth
      of
     
     
      muzak),
      |
      feel
      like
      hurting
      someone,
      Van
      Morrison
     
     
      tan
      grind
      this
      stuff
      out
      in
      his
      sleep,
      as
      his
      exhausting
     
     
      prolificacy
      proves.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      No
      Professor
      is
      often
      seen
      as
      his
      best
      album
      of
      the
     
    
   
   
    
     
      INAH
      El
     
    
   
   
    
     
      PROOUCEO
      OY
     
    
   
   
    
     
      a
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      eighties,
      but
      its
      virtues
      are
      lost
      on
      me
      (thougn
      hearing
     
     
      him
      sing
      about
      ‘‘gardens
      all
      wet
      with
      rain’’
      again
      was
     
     
      nice).
      Enlightenment
      is
      one
      of
      his
      better
      marshmallow
     
     
      efforts,
      and
      contains
      the
      minor
      hit
      ‘‘Real
      Real
      Gone’’
     
     
      (hearing
      the
      man
      get
      up
      over
      twelve
      beats
      per
      minute
     
     
      is
      downright
      exhilarating
      nowadays).
      His
      latest,
     
     
      Hymns
      to
      the
      Silence,
      is
      too
      much
      ofa
      dull
      thing.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Phew,
      that
      came
      outa
      little
      harsher
      than
      I’d
      intended.
     
     
      Maybe
      I
      demand
      too
      much
      from
      Van.
      After
      all,
      he
     
     
      consistently
      puts
      out
      quality,
      light
      music.
      Guess
      I’m
     
     
      just
      too
      damn
      macho.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      First
      Things
      First
     
     
      The
      Headhunters
     
    

    
     
      (Eureka)
     
     
      By
      Kirby
      Ferguson
      ADHUNTE
      RS
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Bleah.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      WEDNESDAY
     
     
      WMA
     
     
      Oph
     
    
   
   
    
     
      CONFEDERATION
      CENTRE
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UTR
      ta
      ha
     
     
      TANIA
      Le
      PU
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      PEI
      X-P
      RESS
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      February
      20,
      1992
     
    
   
   
    
     
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