Song For My Father

It’s a Horace Silver cut: Song For My Father.

Such a brilliant paean from a brilliant pianist, and it’s so funky, and soulful, and beautiful.

And that’s my Dad.

Meaning, the cat is not so much in the cradle, as he is at the piano.

Meaning, just dig Horace Silver’s “Song For My Father” for a moment:


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My Dad has so much soul; I hear that bass line drop, and I’m with my Dad, and we’re just talkin’, riffin’, waxin’. And I’m pouring him good and beautiful wine, and he’s happy, and that liquid horn line comes in, and he’s gesticulatin’, and I’m laughin’, and he’s makin’ poetry from ideas on the spot, and the pattern just cycles — once, twice, thrice, and we’re turnin’ too, a new bottle, a new glass, a new story, and being together is a song, and it’s soulful, and it’s funky, and it’s beautiful, and it’s my father, and he’s so cool, and I feel so much from him, and then at the approximate 1 minute and 45 second mark, the horns step back to leave some space, and Horace comps a couple piano punches, and then suddenly, that little tinkle on the top of the ivory spectrum; that sweet little drop and splatter of melody, and that’s the moment I realize I’m with my dad, and I was born to him, and he raised me, and I contain he and his histories, and he’s real, and he’s alive, and he’s mortal, and he won’t live forever, and he’ll wind down as I wind up, and one day we’ll say goodbye, but that’s not today, and it’s hopefully not for a very long time, and I want the song to have a thousand funky breaks, and I want that bass line to continue forever, and the wine is so good, and he’s so cool and wise and funny and he’s my man, and he’s my Dad, and it’s Father’s Day, and I’m listenin’ to Horace Silver’s Song For My Father, and I’m at work, and there’s great wine everywhere, and there are so many families here today, and they’ve all brought fathers with them, and the mountain is a song for the fathers, and when I leave here I’m going to go home to my daughter, and I’m going to love her so much, and I’m going to thank her and my missus for making me a father, and I’m going to thank my father for teaching me how to be a man, and how to be a father, and I’m going to insist, to the inevitable protests of my missus and my daughter, that we listen to Song For My Father on a loop, and I’m going to call my father, and I’m going to tell him to read this, and I’m going to tell him to pour a beautiful glass of wine, and I’m going to tell him to toast himself, and I’m going to tell him that the melody of my life is a Song For My Father, and I’m going to tell him to read this, and I’m going to tell him that the melody of my life is a Song For My Father, and I’m going to play Song For My Father on a loop tonight, and I’m going to tell my father to read this, and I’m going to tell him to read this while he’s sipping beautiful wine, and I’m going to tell him that the melody of my life is a Song For My Father, and I’m going to love him forever.

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Dad, deep bows. This is a song for you.

Happy Father

 



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