‘Give it up for the band!’ cried Van Morrison from the stage at King John’s castle in Limerick the other week before grabbing the gold saxophone he had been periodically playing, abruptly turning on his heel and disappearing into the wings as his backing group played on. Most of us in the two-thousand-strong capacity crowd might have thought we could predict – even stifling an inner groan – what was going to happen next.
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