I’ve been listening to rock and roll all of my life. Started with the Beach Boys and Beatles, way, way back when. I like the fast stuff – Steve Miller, Derek and The Dominos, Allman Brothers, you name it.
But, as you, faithful readers, will know, I also like poetry. Or, maybe better put – I like the poetic. That kind of thing that expresses or magnifies longing; that transports. I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that you do, too, or you wouldn’t be hanging around here.
So, here is my secret – my gift and reward to you all for reading and “liking” and sometimes commenting on my poetry posted here. If you love the kind of poetry that I do and you’d like to hear more of it, please take this recommendation: Listen to Van Morrison’s “On Hyndford Street.”
Even if you love the Van-man and listen to his stuff regularly – like me – you might have missed this relatively obscure cut that is on his album “Hymns to The Silence.”
It’s not particularly melodic and some would argue that it isn’t even really a song. But I guarantee you that if you give it a fair chance it will leave you, in its own words, “feeling wondrous and lit up inside.”
Happy listening. And thanks.
Here’s the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPKHas0Z4oE