Trying to force emotions into song, prose or poetry is a pathway littered with poor execution and schmaltz. It’s tough to say I love you in a song (even if Jim Croce did it quite well) without fluff or treacle to overwhelm the proceedings. As a sometimes poet, I see this in my own writing and it’s very apparent when the love-fest jumps the shark into glurge.
That’s what makes ‘Song For My Father’ such an absolute joy. Horace Silver takes some bossa nova ideas and combines them with other influ...
Published on June 27, 2013 04:00