Saturday afternoon: "You want to see Van Morrison Monday night?"
Van Van the Man Moondance what does the ol' medulla have on Van what have I heard
He doesn't play his hits.
He's moody and you never know what Van you're going to get.
Sometimes he plays with his back to the audience.
Once in New York he went on at 5:30 and only played for 20 minutes
"Yeah I wanna go!"
I mean, it's Van Morrison, right? So, like how could I not go? In fact, I'd kind of enjoy it if Van came out, refused to look at the crowd playing for 30 minutes and split. Weird? Maybe, but it would have been cool to say I had that experience. The one I ended up having on August 7, 2006 at Jones Beach was much better, proving John Lennon was right when he wrote, "Yes is the answer."
Yes keeps it all going.
No shuts everything down.
"You wanna see Van Monday night?" Yes! You see?
My son Mike is the guy who asked me if I wanted to go. There is no better person on earth to go to a concert with. He is a true wizard at procuring tickets and this time out he got us down front next to the stage in, like, the 5th row. Amazing seats.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. First there was the parking lot scene to deal with. The lot at Jones Beach is a weird scene. Sometimes the cops let you tailgate, sometimes they don't. Beer is another touchy subject. The unwritten rule is if you drink you need to have one of those red or blue plastic cups. I guess if you don't wave your bottle or can in the cops face they leave you alone. It's a game. It's stupid.
Anyway, the ticket says the show starts at 7:30 SHARP. I never saw that on a ticket before, but I had heard that Van is very prompt. So at 7 we moved inside and there a young lady asked Mike if he was interested in some phone service or something. More hype in the 2000's I thought as I excused myself to visit the men's room. When I returned, Mike displayed two VIP tickets he received by agreeing to let Verizon call him to pitch one of their new services. Well done son.
So we proceeded to the VIP section, a large deck-style bar area to the side of the stage. The mood was festive; mostly middle-aged folks in their casual summer wear and guess what they sold in this area? Hint they sold it at four different bars. It wasn't just beer; it was a variety of beer from several different countries. They had wine too.
A 40-something large busted blonde in a colorful Hawaiian shirt served us two, one from Italy and one from Holland. We sipped them surrounded by the other VIP's. and I toasted Mike. Like I said earlier, there is no better person on earth to go to a concert with; he just knows his way around. The mood was fun and I was happy to be there.
After a short while we made out way to our seats. At 8:01 the announcer said, "Welcome Van Morrison and his band," and they moved to their positions on stage. It's a big group guitar, bass, drums, trombone, trumpet, sax, Hammond B3 organ, and 2 backup singers. They kick into an up tempo, funky, Dr. John-type number and Van, in a suit with a large fedora, walks over to the group playing a saxophone. They are a funky ensemble that create a crisp, mind-clearing joyful noise.
confuses some of the audience based on their expectations. At a Morrison
concert it is best to expect the unexpected. Just let go and enjoy whatever
sounds he creates.