Django Reinhardt: what a great name. It's the kind of name that stays
with you once you've heard it. Sadly, that's all that stuck with me.
I knew I'd heard the name before, even knew that it was in a musical
context. But I couldn't have told you what, or when, or where. The
name was all I had.
Probably shouldn't have admitted that. No problem, I can always
delete it later. Or not; part of the appeal of this blog for me is
that we can explore music together. And Reinhardt was clearly one of
the greats; a between-the-wars jazz guitarist who turned the tragedy
of a fire-mangled left hand into new styles of playing. His old
recordings will sound rough to modern ears, but the brilliance and the
energy will still shine through.
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