They Forgot About Van

In my younger and more vulnerable years (quick little joke for those of whom have read The Great Gatsby) my family would always venture in the vast expanses of western Michigan. Trust me - this was no simple trek. Let's put it this way: Meriwether Lewis & William Clark have nothing on us. Loading up the good old rental car (we were forced to rent because our otherwise trusty 92 Aerostar couldn't handle the treacherous journey), we'd pile in, with our pillows and Ernie's and Bert's, and prepare for the trip of a lifetime. Good times Galore when the Moylan's Vacation. Oh yeah. Well, needless to say, the pre-road excitement was little less than short lived. It wasn't long before we were headed to Toledo, rather than the intended destination; which was 300 miles in the opposite direction. And it was never uncommon, over the discourse of our merry exploits, to find myself in the middle of a wonderfully intense "discussion" between my two parents. Ahh, the memories. But it's unfair of me to paint this picture. Our vacations are always unbelievable - even if we spend the brunt majority of the time in disarray. Yet, one thing we could always agree on was music. The melodious sounds of Elvis Presley, some of the Fureys, Christy Moore, and the one and only Van Morrison. I haven't listened to a Van song in God-knows-how-long, and, to be quite honest, I miss it. Now, I know you're all probably wondering, 'where the hell did this thought come from', but fear not, I will supply the answer. As I sat on the toilet, doing the deed, as you might say, I was playing my guitar when it became rather obvious that my entire leg had fallen to sleep. I put my guitar against the wall and bounced my leg up and down - hoping to obtain some semblance of feeling. It turns out that as I was stomping, Van just happened to be slipping into my head - filling my brain with the sweet sounds of "It Stoned Me". What a great song. I'm imagining that all of you readers have no idea how this song goes, but, sadly, that's not my problem. I can't be expected to sing it to you, that's just pathetic. I don't really want to copy and paste lyrics either. So, I guess that just leaves you to your principles. If you're curiosity gets the best of you, leading you to ask someone who owns a Van Morrison CD if you, perchance, could steal a listen, then it's entirely for your benefit.

Trust me. Would I tell you anything less?