Friday, October 20, 2017

#2681 Horace Silver - Song for My Father

I know nothing about jazz.

Sometimes I start to capitalize the word, like, Jazz, like its a title or a month - such is my intimidation.

There's often more structure than I like: too many of those synchronized lines that undercut the sense of liveness, too much theme-solo-solo-solo-theme. But the atmosphere is varied and inventive, full of exotic little angles, and the super hot tunes (Natives are Restless, Kicker) are as fire as the super slinky tunes (Lonely Woman) are ice, with sprightly, touch-packed piano throughout 4/5

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