Today, a little presentation for the practiced and aspiring pickers among us: a briefish introduction to Django Reinhardt, French jazz guitarist of the early 20th Century.
It’s quite the remarkable story, I find—especially to have been so influential after injuries from a fire rendered two fingers on his left hand useless.
I knew the name from going down the listening trail of early 20th Century swing music, which I’ve always had a soft spot for. This was personally reinforced by my sister’s father-in-law, a Frenchman with a lifelong love of jazz and traditional French musette music—as well as an accordion player himself.
The GoogTube algorithms seem to be getting better at understanding some of what I like, I must say. Although ultimately, it still comes down to the fans and aficionados who post videos there in the first place.
I finally had time to listen to the video. Thanks for introducibg me to someone who has been in the background of much of my life without me knowing it. My dad liked Yehudi Menuhin and I love Tony Rice's and Doc Watson's flat picked guitar. This was a nice way to end the day.
It occurred to me that the reason Jake has been hanging around the kitchen yelling for our meals is that he's hungry, having turned against the food he's been eating all his life.
I bought him a can of gooshy fudz at Walmart, and he seems thrilled with it. Now the question is whether he'll keep it down.