Song of the Week: “Joe Harper Saturday Morning” by Van Morrison
Van Morrison was born with sixteen red hairs damply coiled on a chest already barrel-thick. His urine smelled of peat. His father said if he ran too fast, his soul would lag behind his body, exposing him to danger in the form of timber trucks and falcons. His mother read to him from the epics of Ossian while four winds from the Baltic stirred the scraggled curtains. At school he was shown a photograph of Blind Willie McTell and spoke to no one for a week. Decades later, in California, …





