Just when you think that Van Morrison has stretched his repertoire beyond to the highest and furthest places, he proves that he lives in a musically unlimited world. Without his singing or moaning, or yelling or whispering or jingling or jangling) voice, you get a chance here to just listen to Van the composer with him simply a player in the band. And after bringing it in while taking my detox mineral healing bath this moaning, I so glad I did.
I remember one time hearing Van say that he started recording the album Poetic Champions Compose with the intention of it being all instrumental but when some of the songs produced such magnificent lyrics that contributed to one of his masterpieces, he ended up with only three where he didn’t sing and only played his saxophone. That was nearly 40 years ago and it’s been a long wait to this point where he delivered. And it’s so fine.