Charlie Christian
He
changed the guitar world. He changed it not so much as being a superb
guitar player, but rather the music that he made. Anyone that would
study him can see where all the other guitar players who came after him
evolved, that they came from his fountainhead. They came from that and
went their own way, according to their own tastes, but he was a
way-shower. He was as much a way-shower as any philosophical giant that
other people have come along and patterned themselves after.
His contributions were so strong in several departments. One is there have been
very few people on any
instrument that have come since him that have had his sense of time. His
ability to play in time in a way that he plays. The spacing of his notes. That’s
one of the things. The other thing is he was years ahead of most of the
people he was playing with in terms of the lines he was playing. They involved
certain chord changes that were not existent then.
If you listen to any of the blues that he played, you will hear in the line that
he has spelled out harmonic changes that none of the others on the record are
playing, not even the background. They’re refreshing and they fit. He’s playing
more chord changes in his lines, and also interesting ones, different ones than
existed at the time. Any record would be an example of that, any record. In
addition, his tone was more the concept of what is being used today in jazz, and
all along. It is more of a velvet sound. It’s just the antithesis of a rock and
roll sound, or a pop rock or punk rock sound. It is more an
electric guitar sound rather
than an electronic guitar
sound. A lot of people don’t understand this either. I have people that come up
to me and they think that what I want now, and what Charlie Christian wanted
then, is simply to amplify the natural sound of the guitar and just make the
natural sound louder. That’s not true. That’s a different sound entirely. The
electric guitar as he played it had its own sound.
So we’ve got three different sounds, really, we’re talking about: One is we’ve
got a regular acoustic guitar where you put something on it, and it doesn’t
change the sound – it only makes it louder. Now that’s one thing. Another is the
actual sound of an electric guitar coming through a particular pickup that
sounds like an electric guitar, which is different. And then you’ve got things
that people are playing today in the rock and pop, etcetera, which is really an
electronic sound. So Charlie Christian’s tone was more horn-like. It’s
more like the velvety sound of some of the saxophone players and trombone
players. It was more horn. As a matter of fact, many people that heard him play
that didn’t know him didn’t even know that they were listening to a guitar. They
didn’t know anything about it. They just were simply going to this club where he
might be playing, and they’d hear the music from outside, and they didn’t know
that there was such a thing as an electric guitar. Almost all of them thought
that it was a tenor saxophone. - Barney Kessel

August 1939, Los Angeles-bound
Charlie Christian shakes hands with Oklahoma City bandleader James Simpson.
Older brother Eddie Christian stands alongside Charlie.
Christian died of TB in 1942 aged 25
He had TB, which we didn’t find out until Benny got to
Chicago. He was coughing, and Benny sent him to the Michael Reed Hospital, and
that was when they found out that Charlie had already had TB. He was warned by
the doctors to be terribly careful not to smoke and to get his rest. But he got
to New York and there was never any rest. He played with the band – they worked
the New York hotels at the time – and then afterwards he would hang out at
Minton’s up in Harlem, on 188th Street and Seventh Avenue. And he was up there
all night. At the same time, Dizzy used to hang out up there – Charlie came a
year or so later. But anyway, I would say that the real architects of bebop were
probably Charlie Parker, Charlie Christian, and Dizzy Gillespie. I saw
Charlie about three or four days before he died, out at Seaview Hospital on
Staten Island. That’s where Charlie died. Fortunately, his trained nurse out
there was a good friend of mine. This was in the spring of 1942,
and I was at my family’s house for dinner, I’ll never forget, and the nurse
called me and said, “Please” – she didn’t think Charlie would last even
a couple of more days. And she asked me to please get in touch with Benny and
have Benny send some kind of a wire or send some fruit or something, to show him
how much Benny stilled loved him. I don’t know whether Benny ever did or not. I
have a feeling maybe he didn’t. But Charlie died within a couple of days. And
then his funeral was up at the Mother Zion A.M.E. Church on 137th
Street in New York City. And then we shipped the body to Oklahoma City. I made
all the funeral arrangements, I remember.






Charlie Christian
Live
Belgian gypsy jazz guitarist Django
Reinhardt
had little influence on Christian, but he was obviously familiar with some of
his recordings. Guitarist
Mary Osborne recalled hearing him play Django's solo on "St Louis Blues"
note for note, but then following it with his own ideas. Charlie's fingers
were long but perhaps not as long as Tal Farlow's
Swing
to Bop 1941
What’s your opinion of the rumour that Charlie died after smoking reefer while
he was a patient in a TB ward?
I don’t think so. Maybe. I think it was alcohol. The night he was in Jack’s,
people were giving him drinks. When they wanted to hear him play, they sent a
drink over to him, and he was just drinking one right after the other. I didn’t
drink at that time, and I was wondering why he drank all the time. He didn’t
need to be drinking. He started perspirin’ – the water was running off of his
face. He was playing “Stardust,” and I thought then that he’s got to be sick. He
was in bad shape. Ben Webster came around and played with him half the night,
and Charlie was still playin’. Then he went out in the streets and danced on the
sidewalk.
For a dancer, he was a lot of guitar player! He could dance. That’s what he was
gonna be – a dancer. He didn’t want to be a guitar player; he wanted to dance.
Sure! As soon as the music started, he wanted to dance. I don’t know if it was
the alcohol or what, but that’s what he did. The waitress at the place I was
working, Ethel, she irked him on. She’d buy him drinks, because he stood by the
bar doing dance steps. I think the alcohol killed him.