1.) "It's inevitable: the same gypsy voices that called you when you were a child, telling you to get on the bus, on the train, to move down the highway - Mahalia Jackson, Hank Williams, Ray Charles - hit the road, Jack! - thirty-five years later, these same voices now urge you to go back home. Don't lose the plot: remember why you came. The road, then, is a trap. You're always caught in the moment of primal love, half way to your destination, always half-way, never there, and no way back. This is the troubadour blues that only the road can teach. The road is inside of you. It's a wound that won't heal.

"And yet healing is what Van [Morrison] is all about. He works live, conjuring, incanting, calling down the blues, drawing up the heat from the moment. He's got the radio on and he's reaching into the invisible night, into the dark we all share. 'Play me the songs for the lonely ones,' he sings, 'play me something I know...' and anybody who has seen him work knows this is true: he's singing about his life. This is really the blues."

from Liner notes for Van Morrison's Down The Road, by Ben Sidran,
see below (duende),
Van Morrison as magician, conjuring, working away, slaving away in the factory of his stage, of his soul.

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