So like, Glen Hansard's exultant, voluminous shouting of "Astral Weeks"' climatic "There you go, there you go!" (it's at the 4:30 mark) is the Irish singer-songwriter artfully condensing
Astral Weeks' refined, dramatic emotionalism into one moment. And like, the tottering, bespeckled elderly man who halts behind Hansard and grimaces fiercely (he sorta looks like
Ian Paisley, no?) is 1968's mainstream listening audiences heavily anticipating "Brown Eyed Girl Redux" and reacting disappointingly. Um, right?
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