Django's Selmer

pickitjohn

http://www.thebluegrassspecial.com/archive/2010/march10/django-reinhardt-les-paul.php

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Django Reinhardt and Les Paul, 1952

When Les Paul Met Django


I first heard Django Reinhardt in 1935 when I was in Chicago on the radio. In those days, we used to have to buy the records for the station ourselves. So my friend Harry Zimmerman went over to get the records one day, and he came back and said, "I want you to sit down, because I've got two players I want you to hear." It was Django Reinhardt and Stephane Grappelli. I just about went into shock; I'd never heard anything so great—and I didn't realize he was doing all this with only a couple of fingers!

Then around 1945 I was playing at the Paramount Theatre in New York, and the stagehand yelled up to the dressing room, "There's a fellow named Django Reinhardt here to see you." So I said, "Send him up and send Jesus with him," you know, I thought it was a joke. He came upstairs with Johnny Smith, and of course I was very surprised. I considered him the greatest guitar player around. Django asked for a pick, so I reached in my pocket and gave him a choice of a whole bunch. He made me feel good, because he picked out the Les Paul pick and I doubt that he knew it was mine. Johnny Smith grabbed one of my spare guitars, and they started to jam, and I heard Django play for the first time in person. I was very honored and pleased to have him in the dressing room there, playing it. It was a little hard for us to communicate, but we got along fairly well between all of us; we managed to figure out who was saying what.


Les Paul upon first hearing Django: ‘I might as well be selling shoes.’ Les remembers meeting Django and shows the Selmer guitar Django gave him.

Later I saw Django on the same trip with Duke Ellington, in Ohio. Throughout his whole tour, he hadn't brought his guitar, so he was playing an electric Gibson L5, and it didn't do him justice like his own acoustic Selmer Maccaferri.

When he got back home to Paris, he began to change his style, because he heard our way of playing over here. He even started playing my choruses and those of other guitarists here in the States. I told him he should never copy us, because we were copying him! Django had recorded a copy of my version of "Brazil" and also "How High The Moon." But he was totally confused with the electric guitar; it was a real opponent to him, because he used a very stiff pick and was a down-picker.

Then in 1951, I landed in Paris and found Stephane Grappelli playing piano in a little bar. Stephane said, "If you find Django I'll be surprised, because I haven't seen him in two years." So I gave $40, two $20 bills, to two cab drivers but I tore them in half. I said, "You get the other half when you find Django." The next morning, Django called me from South France, and he was there the next day with me. We went to a music store and jammed, and he picked out a Selmer Maccaferri guitar for me with an amplifier and a pickup. He told me he was very depressed. He'd gone down to the Gypsy camp to fish and goof off, because the people were not accepting him. The club owners would say, "I'll hire you for five dollars tonight, but the first time you leave that melody you're going to be right out in the street." So I talked him into playing again.

The last time I saw Django alive, we were riding in the back seat of a taxi, and he tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I could read music. I said, no, I didn't, and he laughed 'till he was crying and said, "Well, I can't read either. I don't even know what a C is; I just play them." I talked to Django at length about his fingers. And they were open wounds. He'd soften them with powder. 'Till the day he died, those wounds never healed. When he got depressed he'd ask me, "Am I good?" I said, "I think you're the greatest." "Well, why is it I'm not accepted?" He couldn't understand why. I told him, "When I was in Chicago, I got a violin, a bass, and another guitarist, and proceeded to copy Django Reinhardt and Stephane Grappelli; I idolize you so much."

I ranked Django then and I rank him now, like [pianist] Art Tatum and [tenor saxophonists] Lester Young and Coleman Hawkins, all the greats. When they died, they just closed the coffin; they just took it with them. They are probably the masters and always will be. Though today we find many more talented guitar players, we still don't find any greater guitar players than the master. Oscar Peterson can become so great on the piano, but he still talks about Art Tatum as being greater.


Les Paul: ‘When we were kids we had a choice of only Eddie Lang, Dick McDonough and Carl Kress [above] and then the air got very thin; there wasn't anybody around.’

Today, with guitar players who are real superstars, one will have the technique but no feeling, one can pick fast but can't play slow, the other is slow but doesn't have any speed, another won't have the fire of Django. Reindhardt's probably the only one who had most of this together. If you stop and think, when we were kids we had a choice of only Eddie Lang, Dick McDonough and Carl Kress and then the air got very thin there wasn't anybody around.

Nowadays there are a million guitar players, and the caliber has improved, but the geniuses still remain few—guitarists who can make the instrument talk. You can turn on the washing machine if you want to hear technical things. It's hard to beat a Rhythm Master, but it has no feeling.


Django Reinhardt’s grave, purchased by Les Paul, who promptly rounded up $10,000 in unpaid back royalties for Django’s widow. (Photo:David Reverchon)

The third time I went to Paris to see Django, he had just died. His wife had none of his records, no phonograph, no running water, no electricity, nothing.

So we went out and bought a gravestone for him, and clothes for her, and a phonograph, and all the recordings of Django we could find. Then I asked her if it was okay for me to get her some money, and she said she'd be very happy. So I called a publishing firm and the record companies, and said, "Look, I'm taking over his catalogue, and we want to send in an accountant to check it out." This scared a lot of them right out of their shoes. They made a settlement for $10,000 with his wife.

I was only around Django four different times, but each time we spent a lot of time together—days and weeks. He was a very sweet man; he loved to laugh. We were very close and had a great admiration for each other.

pick on

pickitjohn :peace:

thickpick

Many times I've wondered where the Selmer Django's family gave to Les Paul was residing. I never in a million years would have guessed the answer is Mahwah, New Jersey.

http://www.mahwahmuseum.org/page.cfm?page=408

spatzo

Tks pickitjohn!

You can see the Open Gate Club incredibly filmed just one week before Django's arrival there in 1950:

http://www.archivioluce.com/archivio/jsp/schede/videoPlayer.jsp?tipologia=&id=&physDoc=26042&db=cinematograficoCINEGIORNALI&findIt=false&section=/

A few seconds you will see the Swend Asmussen Sextet that left the stage to Django's orchestra

Built in 1948 and opened in 1949, the Cinema Fiamma was designed by noted architect Marcello Piacentini. Also in the same building was the Fiammetta which seated 215 and screened films in their original language versions. There was also the Club Open Gate which was located in the basement, with its entrance at the side of the building in Via San Nicolo' da Tolentino.

spatzo

Here's a still of the Open Gate:

Teddy Dupont

spatzo wrote: »

Here's a still of the Open Gate:

Where did Django sit?

spatzo

It's hard to say the place was a big one with a lot of premises ...

But here's a film that was made in 1952 where you can see the place occupied by musicians in the Open Gate Club (piano, Drums, doublebass, etc.).

http://www.mediatecaroma.it/mediatecaRoma/ricerca.html?show=14&index=42&jsonVal=&filter=&query=open+gate&id=IL5000038415&refId=2

This one is one year later ... http://www.mediatecaroma.it/mediatecaRoma/ricerca.html?show=14&index=42&jsonVal=&filter=&query=open+gate&id=IL5000039421&refId=2

All we know for sure is that the construction was ultimated on Dec 18th, 1950 and that the Open Gate Club decorated by Arch Busiri-Vici was in Rome on Via San Nicolo da Tolentino nr. 4 and the other place where Django played in Rome was the Jicky Club that stayed on the 13th of Via Veneto.

spatzo

here's a shot of the Jicky Club (in 1959):

spatzo

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spatzo

On the Rupe Tarpea there is a nice description of the place by Francesco Adinolfi in "Mondo Exotica: Sounds, Visions, Obsessions of the Cocktail Generation" :

spatzo

The opinion of Tennessee Williams on Jicky Club