as your attorney i advise you to listen to this song with your best speakers cranked to the point wherein they annoy your neighbors at this hour; this song falls under the category of available transcendence for everyone of every make and background.

this song is no joke and if you don’t shiver … well hell, i ain’t met a person yet what hasn’t been moved to awe and a new place whilst listening to this here.

t.b. is short for tuberculosis, listen to it knowing that much

this recording is off the old bang records master tape, recorded when van was just 21 years old. boy howdy.

now dig this:

There is a longstanding, but perhaps apocryphal story of Morrison’s emotional state during the song’s recording. Michael Ochs, in the liner notes for the 1973 album T.B. Sheets, wrote that “after ‘T.B. Sheets’ was recorded, the rest of the session had to be cancelled because Van broke down in tears.” Likewise, according to John Collis,

Morrison could later joke about this song. “I’m writing ‘T.B. Sheets Part II’ now,” he said in 1972. “Keeping the same riff, the same groove.” However, it’s on record – though the story could be exaggerated – that after laying down this track he broke down in tears, unable to continue the session.

go, listen. do it now child.