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Django 'n Les Paul -
How High the Moon
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 honoured 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. 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 ES300, and it didn't do him justice like his own acoustic Selmer Maccaferri.
The Paramount Theatre was in a separate building sandwiched between the Paramount Building and the headquarters of The New York Times, located at 229 West 43rd Street. The theatre entrance and marquis were on the Broadway side of the Paramount Building. After passing through a small lobby, patrons emerged into the Grand Hall, a sumptuous lobby modelled after the Paris Opera and located on the 43rd Street end of the theatre building. Measuring 150 feet long by 45 feet wide by 50 feet high, the Grand Hall had a gold domed ceiling that was supported by massive white marble columns; from the centre of the dome hung a bronze and crystal chandelier. At the west end of the hall was an elegant marble staircase that widened as it ascended to the mezzanine landings; behind the stairs were elevators to all levels of the theatre. By day, the Grand Hall was flooded with sunlight from a tremendous glass window along the street side, while at night it was illuminated by hundreds of sparkling electric lights. For those waiting to enter the theatre, a special amplification system brought music of the stage, organ and orchestra into the Grand Hall. Overlooking the Grand Hall was the Music Room where patrons could be entertained with concerts by a string orchestra and artists. From the lobby, one could enter the Hall of Nations to view a collection of thirty-seven stones collected from various parts of the world, and a bronze bust of Thomas A. Edison, the inventor. In the basement was a lounge known and furnished as the Elizabethan Room; from this room one could enter the College Room (men's smoking), the Chinoiserie (ladies' smoking), and the Venetian Room (ladies' cosmetics). Other public rooms were the Peacock Alley, the Club Room, the Hunting Room, the Jade Room, the Powder Box, the Marie Antoinette Room, and the Colonial and Empire Rooms.
The Paramount Theatre auditorium was the first movie palace in New York City
designed in the "Chicago style" with opulent French Renaissance interiors, as
compared to the restrained neoclassical Adam and Empire styles employed by
theatre architect Thomas W. Lamb for the nearby Strand, Capitol and Loew's State
theatres. The auditorium was decorated with a colour scheme of ivory, rose-red
and turquoise blue. Indirect lighting in three colours was installed around the
proscenium facia, organ grille frames, the soffit of the balcony, and the main
ceiling, supplemented by bronze crystal fixtures that hung from the ceiling
along the side walls. The orchestra pit, designed to hold 70 players, could be
raised and lowered on an elevator, and its platform could be automatically
rolled onto the stage. The organ console was on its own elevator at the left
side of the orchestra pit.
Les-
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 $40.00, two $20.00 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 idolise you so much." 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 (Below) and then the air got very thin there wasn't anybody around.
Nowadays there are a million guitar players, and the calibre 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. 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.
How did
you meet Django Reinhardt? “He was touring with Duke Ellington and I was with Fred Waring, so our paths often crossed. Django would come over and we’d talk mostly about the people we learned from. He learned from an old Spanish gypsy fellow who hung around the fire at the encampments where he spent most of his youth, and he developed his down-stroking style.” You
advised him not to switch from acoustic to electric guitar, didn’t you? Were you
close? Who would
you say were the greatest musicians that you ever played with?
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