"In 1987, when I was 17 years old, I fell in love with the deep and soulful voice of Van Morrison, a sound dug right out of the soil. I knew once I heard the man that I had to listen to everything he'd ever recorded, and like with a true first love, I lost many afternoons lying and daydreaming on the living room floor with his voice in my ears. I started off with Beautiful Vision and worked my way all the way back to Astral Weeks, and there I found 'Sweet Thing,' a song to rival the longing and searching inside my heart. When I fell in love for the first time in my life soon after with a man six years my senior — a tumultuous, passionate love affair, like all first ones — we couldn't detach our relationship from that eight-song cycle of Astral Weeks. 'Sweet Thing' rode an urgency that matched every pace of our affair. We were young and felt we could never live life without each other and that we never, ever would. 'We shall walk and talk in gardens all misty wet, a misty wet with rain,' Morrison sang, 'And I will never, never, never grow so old again. Oh, you sweet thing.'"
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