Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
This is a long clip, but treat yourself at least to a sampling. Silver is such a unique-looking guy — a fin-de-siècle vampire who happens to be slick as hell on the keys. In some shots you can see his perspiration dropping onto his hands as he plays. And check out the superb drumming, by Billy Cobham, and the harmonies created by those two horns. Just about as sweet as it gets in music.
To me, this performance embodies all that jazz is. Silver is both there and not there, existing on the plane of his improvisation. The playing is freewheeling but highly structured, and the whole quintet is like a perpetual motion machine composed of completely independent elements connected by nothing but thought.
Horace Silver (Horace Ward Martin Tavares Silva to his mom) is a real master. And any guy who writes a song called “Filthy McNasty” is okay in my book.