Seeing Van Morrison Live
Last year Louise (sister) and I ventured up to Kew Gardens on the outskirts on London to see our favourite musician from childhood, Van Morrison. We had grown up in rural Australia, listening to his music, probably before we were even born, and you could say it was the soundtrack to my early life. Seeing him live in concert was a unbelievable opportunity.
You can imagine how excited we were. We thought we would calm our excitement and nerves with a glass (or bottle) or two of wine. If you have never met Me, or my sister then you won’t really understand what happens when we get together, and alcohol is involved. Logic, tact and any shred of class go out the window. Which would be fine, except we were going to a ‘sit-down’ concert, full of older people, in a ROYAL PALACE. Hm.
Without giving too much away, we basically embarrassed ourselves, our family, and our country on that day. From what I recall, the usher had to tell us to sit down, be quiet, sit down again, sit down or I WILL remove you from the venue, please go to the front if you would like to dance. Which we did. Barefoot.
Needless to say, the staff and punters didn’t think our behaviour was particularly tasteful, but I guess it’s the English’s fault for letting the colonials back in the country. We had an amazing time (from what I can remember) and Van was brilliant. Of course we cried our eyes out as soon as he started singing, he sounds amazing live.
This year we managed to catch him live again, this time in Finsbury Park at an Irish Festival. He headlined alongside Bob Dylan, and was brilliant again. I would love to say we stayed sober and behaved ourselves, but…