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The title track is obviously one of jazz's all-time great pieces, but "Calcutta Cutie", "Que Pasa?", "The Kicker", and "Lonely Woman" are all outstanding, heck the whole album is great. Henderson, in particular, is at the top of his game and he absolutely gives the best tenor sax solo of all-time in the title track.
This is a perfect album to get into jazz and should be one of your first buys after "Kind of Blue" and "Blue Train". It is also a good introduction to Horace Silver, one of the great underrated artists in jazz history.
If you like this Silver album, check out "Blowin' the Blues Away" and "Horace Silver and the Jazz Messengers".
While the playing on "Song For My Father" may not rank up there with Davis' & Coltrane's quite exceptional virtuosity on "Kind of Blue", Joe Henderson's sax, Carmell Jones' trumpet and Horace Silver's piano breaks push the album into the same rarefied and rare league: high quality jazz with enormous popular appeal. The trick ?... catchy lead riffs and backing rhythms that drive the songs forward while allowing often highly complex instrumental breaks to emerge effortlessly from and back into strong underlying melodies. The result?... a suite of songs that will grab space on your CD player over and over again and, in "Song For My Father" itself one of the most unforgettable jazz tracks ever made.
Still, "Song For My Father" is a set for anyone's music library, even one who isn't disposed ordinarily to jazz. The critic who says the thousand and one subsequent bad rock albums trying to get hipped to the jazz that were inspired by this album and especially its warm title cut has an excellent point, but "Song For My Father" would stand out as Silver's unquestioned (almost; it's really hard to put "Horace Silver and the Jazz Messengers" in the back seat, after all) masterpiece even if no one had decided to rip off the title track's insinuating bass line or otherwise wring its clever leavening of Brazilian rhythm with harder Carribbean percussive. The group sounds so warm and probing yet so bloody danceable throughout that, when you're finished with it, you may have a hard time getting the people sharing it with you to stop dancing. No one wastes a note or a percussive; no one sees a space as an abomination; no one trips over another; and, there is a remarkable sympatico between the musicians that few enough ensembles achieve, never mind make into an art.
The album is, of course, far more than its luminous title track; the Silver group rollicks through a breezy set showing their usual meld of gospel and blues to the pure bop, playing steadily and not shrinking when lyricism pours through. Horace Silver was probably the most underrated jazz leader of his time. Here's the proof.