Van Morrison
Van Morrison is a British singer, songwriter, musician, composer, record producer, and poet born in Belfast on 31 August 1945.
Raised in Belfast, Morrison attended Elmgrove Primary School before developing a career that would span multiple decades and roles within the music industry. A citizen of the United Kingdom, he has worked as a recording artist across a range of capacities, performing as a vocalist, guitarist, saxophonist, and pianist. His output as a record producer has run alongside his work as a performing and recording musician, reflecting the breadth of his involvement in the craft of making music.
Morrison has received a number of honours and awards in recognition of his career. He was appointed an Officer of the Order of the British Empire and subsequently received the title of Knight Bachelor. He was also named an Officer of the Order of Arts and Letters. In the United States, he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and he received both the Americana Lifetime Achievement Award for Songwriting and the Johnny Mercer Award. His work as a recording artist has drawn on a range of genres, including rock music, blue-eyed soul, jazz fusion, and Celtic music, a breadth that is reflected in the variety of accolades he has received across different musical traditions. This sustained engagement with Celtic music, soul, and jazz fusion remains a defining characteristic of his recorded output.
Quotes by Van Morrison
Van Morrison's insights on:

Don’t want to discuss it, I think it’s time for a change You may get disgusted, some think that I’m strange In that case I’ll go underground, get some heavy rest Never have to worry, about what is worst and what is best.

My thinking musically has always been more advanced – it is difficult to get it down onto paper sometimes, even now.

I don’t feel comfortable doing interviews. My profession is music, and writing songs. That’s what I do. I like to do it, but I hate to talk about it.

If my heart could do my thinking, and my head begin to feel, I would look upon the world anew, and know what’s truly real.

Way over on the railroad, Tomorrow all the tipping trucks will unload together, Every scrapbook stuck with glue, And I’ll stand beside you, Beside you, child.




