đ¶ Van Morrisonâs âRemembering Nowâ Is a Sensational Return to Adequacy and Thatâs Not a Bad Thing
In a world obsessed with reinvention and reinvigoration, sometimes adequacy is exactly what the moment calls for. With Remembering Now, Van Morrison the Northern Irish troubadour of soul-soaked barroom ballads and Celtic-infused jazz delivers an album that doesnât shout, doesnât shine, but somehow still settles in like a familiar coat that fits just well enough.
Letâs be clear: Remembering Now is not Astral Weeks. It’s not even Keep Me Singing. But it is unmistakably Van Morrison, with all the grumpy mysticism, lounge saxophones, and lyrical meandering that long-time fans either cherish or tolerate.
A Gentle Revisit to Familiar Ground
The album opens with âTimeâs a Blur (So What?)â a bluesy shuffle with more resignation than revolution. Morrisonâs voice, still smoky and stubborn, croons through verses that question memory, modernity, and maybe his own relevance. Itâs all very Morrison: cryptic, crotchety, and oddly comforting.
Thereâs something magnetic about how effortlessly he recycles his signature moods. Tracks like âWalking Through the Echoâ and âBack on the Avenueâ arenât breaking new ground, but they glide along warmly in minor keys, supported by horn sections that sound imported straight from 1997.
Lyrical Curmudgeonry, Still Intact
Vanâs lyrical themes remain delightfully irascible. He gripes about algorithms in âInvisible Charts,â throws shade at social media in âNothing but Noise,â and tosses in a baffling spoken word interlude about quantum mysticism on âStaring at the Calendar.â Itâs all very on-brand: a poetic stew of half-formed complaints and cosmic questions.
But for every moment of lyrical crankiness, thereâs an emotional anchor. âRemembering Now,â the title track, is a hushed piano ballad that surprisingly lets its guard down. Here, Morrison reflects not on lost fame or the ills of youth culture, but on fleeting presence â the act of simply being, unadorned. Itâs the emotional high point of an album that otherwise seems content to coast.
Adequacy as Artistic Statement
What makes Remembering Now quietly remarkable is its total lack of urgency. This is an album that doesn’t try to prove anything and thatâs precisely why it works. Morrison isnât chasing trends or reclaiming past glories. Heâs just being Van Morrison gruff, soulful, meandering, and maybe just a little bit magical.
It may not be revolutionary, but in a streaming landscape saturated with algorithm-bait and overproduced bombast, adequacy especially from a legend feels like a breath of fresh air. Or at least a half-open window in a smoky jazz club.
Final Verdict: Remembering Now is comfort food for the soul. Lukewarm, maybe but deeply seasoned.