Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Django Reinhardt- "J'attendrai Swing" (1939)


Django Reinhardt was born in Belgium around 1910, and later moved to France, where he lived in a Gypsy (Romani) Caravan outside of Paris. He already played banjo, guitar etc., and was about to join a band with his brother. This was around 1928.

However fate had something else in store for him. In November of 1928 he almost died. He knocked over a candle and the wagon in which he lived with his wife was engulfed in flames. There was a tremendous amount of celluloid, used by his wife to make artificial flowers, the result burning over half of his body, including his left arm and right leg. He refused the amputation of the leg, and walked with a cane for the rest of his life. He was hospitalized for 18 months.

But it was the injury to his left hand which was the worst part, while at the same time the very thing that made him the great guitarist he became. The fourth and fifth fingers of that hand were severely burned and he was told that he would never play guitar again.

Music was such an integral part of his life that he went on and taught himself to play with the index and middle fingers of his left hand, using the two injured fingers only for chords. Those injured fingers were what gave him his unique sound, resulting in those rapid runs up and down the fret board. He used a six-string steel strung acoustic guitar.

By 1929 he had and his wife had a son, but they soon split up. However, the son, Lousson Baumgartner, eventually became an accomplished player and even recorded with his father.

He was introduced to American jazz by an acquaintance, Emile Savitry. They were both influenced by Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Joe Venuti, Eddie Lang, and Lonnie Johnson. But it was the swinging sound of Venuti's jazz violin and Eddie Lang's guitar-playing which gave birth to Reinhardt and  Stephane Grappelli's unique  sound. Together they would form the Hot Club and alter the course of music. Grappelli was even featured on Paul Simon's "Hobo Blues" in the early 1970's.

This song is the short version from a film about jazz, which can be found on You Tube and I highly recommend it. It takes you from the original classical recording of a classical recording to the following jazz-swing version of the song. For the sake of brevity I am posting only the portion of that video with Django and Grappelli with the Hot Club. I hope you enjoy it. 

Saturday, July 20, 2024

July 20th, 1969 - "One giant leap for Mankind."



3 months before my 15th birthday we landed on the Moon. The decade long quest to reach the seemingly unattainable was at an end. Or, perhaps it was only the beginning. 

It was a Sunday, and we were all sitting in front of our television sets, wondering,  hoping, for the landing to go well. It did. The actual landing took place at 1:47 PM, with only 40 seconds of fuel left. It wasn't until 10:56 PM that Neil Armstrong stepped out of the lander. 

As he descended the ladder from the Lunar Module, which had been attached to the Apollo 11 spacecraft, he uttered the words he had so carefully gone over in his head during the 5 day, 240,000 mile journey. "That's one small step for (a) man. And one giant leap for Mankind." Almost 30 minutes later he was joined by Edward "Buzz" Aldrin on the srface. Michael Collins was orbiting in the Apollo 11 capsule.

The next day, a Monday, the nespapers in New York City carried the dateline on their front pages as "Moonday, July 21, 1969." It was a time of elation and a time of wonder. It was a day which no one could ever forget. 

Monday, July 15, 2024

1982 - A Trilogy


How can one abandon
such strong feelings?
Am I that weak?
Are you that strong?
I look at what we had
and wonder...
Will i ever feel that way again?
Are there really other eyes out there
that sparkle like yours,
or shine like mine?
I really dont think so.
Turn it over,
look at the other side.
It was worth the changes,
the joys, the sorrows.
I can never forget
the way my heart pounded
at our first kiss.
Or  how time stopped when
i first entered you.
But now we are closed to one another,
and yet time moves on?
................

Sometimes i think i am
all that i need.
And at other times
I need you to be with.
It's so confusing
all of these
conflicting thoughts
and emotions.
If i seem to lean on us,
or you,
is that weakness?
Even the Pillars of Rome
had their faltering moments.
And this moment is mine.
............

How can i avoid
picking up the phone
to call you
when i feel like this?
You might call it weak,
but i don't think so.
Is it wrong to need one another?
(though it scares us both)
Do you need me?
When i ache inside,
can i lean on you?


 

Thursday, July 11, 2024

"1913 Massacre" - Woody Guthrie

 


Take a trip with me in 1913,
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
I will take you to a place called Italian Hall,
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.

I will take you in a door and up a high stairs,
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will let you shake hands with the people you see,
And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree.

You ask about work and you ask about pay,
They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day,
Working the copper claims, risking their lives,
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.

There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
Before you know it you're friends with us all,
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.

Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear all this fun you would not realize,
That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside.

The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the door,
One of them yelled and he screamed, "there's a fire, "
A lady she hollered, "there's no such a thing.
Keep on with your party, there's no such thing."

A few people rushed and it was only a few,
"It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you, "
A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down,
But the thugs held the door and he could not get out.

And then others followed, a hundred or more,
But most everybody remained on the floor,
The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,
While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.

Such a terrible sight I never did see,
We carried our children back up to their tree,
The scabs outside still laughed at their spree,
And the children that died there were seventy-three.

The piano played a slow funeral tune,
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your greed for money has done."

Thursday, July 4, 2024

July 4th, 1986



I'd been all around the world,
I'd done it several times.
But on the very night we met,
I knew that you were mine. ❤

Happy 38th Anniversary to my wife Sue.