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Stephane
Grappelli - Interview 1973:
You
know, in my opinion, the guitar and violin are the two best instruments
together; they complement each other exactly. One of the greatest examples of
this is the music of Joe Venuti and that marvellous guitarist Eddie Lang. Django
Reinhardt certainly had heard these players on record, and when he learned that
I was playing some jazz on the violin, he came to listen.
At that time jazz on the violin was such a novelty that I was constantly getting
in to trouble with the management because customers complained that I was
playing out of tune. But I stuck to it because I believed in what I was doing.
The two met at the Croix du
Sud Montparnasse nightclub in early 1934 it is claimed?
Although I had never met Django, I seemed to remember him playing the
banjo-guitar in the Bal-Musette. Anyway, one night in 1931, when I was playing
in a club in Montparnasse, I saw this dark face staring at me very intently. I
can tell you it made me nervous - I thought he was a gangster who didn't like my
music. But it was Reinhardt of course. After some time he came over and asked me
to play a jazz tune, and later we had sonic conversation about jazz and about
Eddie Lang and Joe Venuti. Django was very enthusiastic about us playing
together and so we arranged to meet.
I met him somewhere - I forget now and as he had his guitar with him we started
to play to amuse ourselves. For myself I can say that we hit it together
perfectly, and I was amazed that he could do the things he did with that injured
left hand. And not only that, but he was the most marvellous improviser I had
ever heard.
I didn't see Django again until we met in the same band in the Hotel Claridge
two years later. During the break when another band came on to play tangos, our
musicians used to go behind the stage, and as time went on Django and I used the
break to do our own tunes. One day his brother was in the neighbourhood and he
joined us with his guitar on rhythm.
Our great chance came when a friend of mine Pierre Nourry encouraged us to do a
concert. He arranged the concert and invited two famous critics Charles Delaunay
and Hughes Panassie. Django and I decided to add a bass and another rhythm
guitar to the group, so we were now Django Reinhardt, Joseph Reinhardt, Roger
Chaput, guitars, myself on violin, and Louis Vola, bass.
The concert was a fabulous success. Everybody went mad and Pierre Nourry was
very pleased and excited. He persuaded a man who had just founded a recording
company called Ultraphone to take a chance and record us. He agreed, but we had
to do it for nothing. That was the first time I made a record with Django and
also it was the first record of the Quintette du Hot Club de France.
In those days there weren't any tape recorders, they used to use sort of wax
pancakes which were kept in the 'fridge, and if you made a mistake the record
was ruined. So, we had four of these pancakes to make the record with and we
played I Saw Stars. We missed nothing so we went on to do Lady Be Good, Tiger
Rag and Dinah. We were amazed that we didn't make any mistakes in spite of the
fact that Django was a bit late for the recording. The recording company was so
impressed that we signed a contract for more recordings, and after a while
everybody wanted to record us.
Despite his having to play mainly with just two fingers, Django didn't have any
limitations; he could do anything. I was never nervous with him. I could go and
play anywhere with him, because immediately he began to play, he put me in such
ambience. You know when you have the jitters, sometimes your fingers refuse to
work. It's inexplicable: it may only last a fraction of a second. I can't
understand it myself, why now sometimes I'm nervous and sometimes I'm not. But
with Django, I was never nervous. His first note was so fantastic, he put me in
such a mood that I forgot the audience.
Django always played well and he never made a mistake, even when he was ill. I
knew three men in my life who couldn't make a mistake; Django Reinhardt, Art
Tatum, and that French pianist Martial Solal they're the kind of men who never
made a mistake. You know, there are two sorts of mistakes. There is the mistake
that comes from one's physical condition. Then there is the other called bad
taste. Django never made the second type of mistake. He may make a mistake once
a year, suppose his health wasn't good, or perhaps his guitar was out of order.
Django
never looked after his guitar. He didn't care about it when he'd finished
playing it; he'd just put it in a corner and it was his brother who would carry
it around. Sometimes if there was nobody to carry it he would take it himself,
but he never bothered to cover it. Oh, he used to play it when it was in a
dreadful state sometimes; even broken and yet. Django was helped a lot by the
nature of his physique. His wrist was double the size of mine, his fingers much
longer; and he was terribly strong. I remember Django changed his guitars
several times because after about six months the fingerboards used to have holes
in them. That shows you the strength he had! Yet in spite of being a
strong man, Django was always suffering from something. Maybe it was his teeth,
or his feet. And he must have suffered a lot with headaches, but he would never
follow any advice about his health. Especially he wouldn't go near a doctor. Of
course when he was ill, it would effect all of us. One day we might be recording
and Django has toothache and if at that moment he feels the accompaniment is a
bit out, or a bass note played accidentally wrong, he would be furious and he
would correct the tempo in such a marked manner that I used to be afraid that a
listener to the record would notice it. This in turn would make me nervous and
then affect my playing also. Fortunately this didn't happen often.
Django was always concerned about the chord accompaniment. He just couldn't
understand that anybody could make mistakes. Especially annoying to him was a
wrong note in the bass. To him, a wrong bass note was an insult and he was often
so rude to the bass player that they would leave, and so I was obliged many
times to look for new bass players. Once we got a new one who was a bit
pretentious for our liking. Whenever Django asked if he knew such and such a
tune, this bass player always said, 'Of course! What do you think, I've been
playing for twenty years?' One day Django got fed up with this sort of thing and
suddenly asked, 'Do you know Cherokee?' 'Of course!' came the answer. 'Well come
on then', and off Django went at a terrific speed and in B major! That was
Django. But sometimes we had some poor chap who was struggling to keep up, and
Django would realise it and I would say, 'He's a bit nervous, don't take any
notice.' And that man could play any old kind of bass and Django never said a
word. You see, he was very temperamental, but inside he was a very kind man, and
sometimes he didn't realise that he was upsetting people.

Django and
Stephane
People
often ask me if Django practised. Oh no, not Django; he was born with that
technique. In my opinion we can compare him with that other phenomenon Paganini.
By the music he left behind one can tell that Paganini must have been a
fantastic player. I think Django was about the same degree a phenomenon. I
remember one day he really let me down, I didn't know where he was and when he
came back four months later, he assured me he hadn't touched the guitar - he'd
lost it. That same night he played like a God. I had never heard anybody play
the guitar like that; and after four months inactivity. I said, 'How can you do
it? If I stop playing the violin for one week I can't play'. 'Oh, I don't know',
he said. He never knew, it was always 'I don't know'. Anyway, he was so pleased
to get back to his guitar and he was so amazed at his re-awakening that he
didn't stop playing all that night. But of course his fingers were injured and
they were bleeding. He'd go running up those very sharp strings so fast that he
hurt himself, but he didn't take any notice. He used to play the guitar with the
fingers sometimes, instead of the plectrum, and he liked the Spanish guitar. I
remember us being invited to a party by a titled lady who used to delight in
giving parties and inviting among her guests two people who were absolutely the
opposite both in conception and tastes. This particular evening it was the turn
of Andres Segovia and Django Reinhardt. So of course Django arrived three hours
late, and without a guitar. Segovia was there, naturally at the right time and
he'd played his repertoire. Everybody was upset because of Django and finally he
arrived with a lovely smile, thinking it was okay. We said, 'Where have you been
? You're three hours late'. 'Oh, I didn't know'. Because Django never knows the
time. He goes by the sun. 'Django, now it's your turn to play something'. But of
course he had forgotten his guitar and Segovia doesn't want to lend him his, so
someone has to rush off in a taxi to find some old box somewhere. And there you
are; Django played solo guitar with a plectrum and then his fingers and he
produced such a fantastic sound and improvisations that Segovia was amazed and
asked, 'Where can I get that music?' Django laughed and replied 'Nowhere, I've
just composed it!'
Django
first heard an electric guitar in '46 or '47; I think it was at the Hackney
Empire. Somebody brought in the guitar and it made a terrible noise - in those
days electric guitars didn't sound as good as they do now. But Django was so
impressed because at last he could play loudly. He played with such volume that
I had to ask him to turn it down as it was drowning all of us. He was like a
child with a new toy. Of course, to be fair, he didn't know how to handle it.
We'd heard Charlie Christian, and although he would never play like Django, if
you know what I mean - the electric guitar being easier than acoustic - Charlie
Christian was a master of the electric guitar, Django was born to play acoustic
guitar and the richness of Django was in his chords and he could never achieve
the same dynamic effect that he could from his acoustic guitar. He never
succeeded to play electric and in my opinion he never was a good electric
guitarist.
I was in Florence when I heard about my old friend dying. And I didn't cry, like
the man sitting in front of me at the time. It was too much of a shock for me,
almost as if a great stone had fallen down on my head. I realised the meaning of
it all a week later that I had lost my closest friend. But I must tell you and
I've never told this to anybody. Django even dead is still with me, I am sure of
that. It's not just that I feel his presence, but I feel that he protects me and
inspires me to go on; because why, in my old age can I still not only play, but
want to play more and more? The violin is never out of my hands and my fingers
are as young as ever.
Playing
with the Diz Disley Trio is wonderful. Diz is the foremost player here who
understands Reinhardt, and sometimes he produces that melodic line of Django's;
not the same of course, because Diz has his own temperament too. Denny Wright
also is a marvellous player, he's got such a good technique. Of course he can't
produce Django's melodic line because Django invented it, but he has his own
style, and on top of that he's got the strength of Django Reinhardt.
In my opinion he's the only player in the world who can compare to Django and,
you know, when I'm playing with Denny Wright and if I let my spirit go, then
maybe I find that for a few seconds I'm back again with Django Reinhardt.
On Django - "He did more for the guitar than any
other man in jazz. His way of playing was unlike anyone else’s, and jazz is
different because of him. There can be many other fine guitarists, but never can
there be another Reinhardt. I am sure of that."
Stéphane
Grappelli & Joseph Reinhardt
Grappelli represented for Django
an anchor which held him firmly moored to the jazz spirit, as well as to the
alien world of the Gadjés. Nothing would have been easier, after all, than for
Django to squander his talent in “gypsified” performances that were neither
folklore nor jazz. Yet the great Manouche, throughout his career, was rigorously
exacting in his approach to music - which continues to surprise those who see in
Django only a musical box of tricks. And it was this musical seriousness which
held him faithful to the jazz spirit - Manouche jazz, certainly, but impeccable
in its taste. If teamed with another Gypsy sharing identical social, cultural
and musical values, he might well have yielded to the temptations of showy
virtuosity, there would have been no brake on his unstable social behaviour, and
the-result would have been his eventual disappearance into the anonymous world
of the nomads, just one more Gypsy musician.
Grappelli with Joseph Reinhardt and Andre Ekyan
January 26, 1908- December 1, 1997
Stephane had a cottage in Devon at one time and Django
went to stay there. On a walk in the country Django spotted a chicken in a
nearby farm entrance and proceeded to grab it, break it's neck and then stuff it
under his arm to take home for supper.
He lived then
in Lustleigh, Newton Abbot. His cottage was called "Underwood". He first went to
Devon in 1941 to recuperate from his kidney problems.
Biography -
Stéphane Grappelli was born on
September 26, 1908 in Paris, France. When he was three years old his mother,
Anna Emilie Hanocque Grappelli, passed away, and he had no choice but to stay in
a Catholic orphanage while his father Ernesto was serving in the military. Upon
his discharge, Ernesto began to take care of the boy. Ernesto was an
Italian-born expatriate nobleman from the town of Lazio (Alatri), who worked as
a philosophy teacher, translator and sometime journalist and shared his love for
the arts with his son.
When Stéphane was six years old,
his father enrolled him in a dance school run by noted American dancer Isadora
Duncan, at the Hotel Bellvue in Paris. Stephane had little interest in his
lessons, but on one of these excursions he heard a live performance of composer
Claude Debussy’s “Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun,” which became one of his
first musical inspirations. It was also during this time that he discovered the
music of composer Maurice Ravel. The two composers made quite an impression on
the young boy, and began to draw his interests towards music.
When World War I broke out,
Duncan closed her school, and Ernesto was called to serve in the Italian
military. With nowhere to go, the boy was sent to yet another orphanage in
Paris, where he stayed until age ten. The conditions of the orphanage were
deplorable, and Stéphane was often left without food, constantly fighting with
other children and frequently sleeping on the floor.
Ernesto was eventually reunited
with his son, and the two lived together in a room near the Montmartre district
of Paris. He took Stéphane to free concerts which featured works by Debussy and
Ravel, and helped the boy cultivate his musical interests by bringing home music
books from the library, from which he learned to read music with the solfeggio
method. He purchased a used violin for his son from an Italian shoemaker in the
neighbourhood, and the boy quickly became confident in his abiliites.
Stéphane's first experiences in
performing were as a busker on the streets of Paris. In late 1920, he became a
student at the Conservatoire National Superieur de Musique de Paris, where he
received three years of formal musical education. In 1923, Ernesto moved with
his new wife to Strasbourg, France, but the budding violinist decided to remain
in Paris. At the age of fifteen, Stephane was living on his own in Paris and
busking around the clock in order to survive.
Like other Paris street
musicians, Grappelli would troll through the city's courtyards, in the hopes of
coaxing coins out of the apartments above. On one evening, he was offered a job
to replace a second violinist in a movie-house orchestra. Stéphane was soon
performing with the orchestra full-time accompanying silent movies. It was
during this time that he discovered jazz. He heard a recording of “Stumbling” by
Mitchell’s Jazz Kings and was intrigued with what he heard. He spent the next
few years performing a variety of gigs at dancing schools, hotels and resorts in
the south of France.
Throughout the late 1920s,
Grappelli found more work performing on the piano than on the violin. He began
to listen to the early trendsetters of jazz, including trumpeter Louis Armstrong
cornetist Bix Biederbecke,
guitarist Eddie and violinist Joe Venuti. Armstrong's vocals and
Beiderbecke's composition 'In a Mist' in particular, had a profound influence on
him in his early development of the jazz language.
During the Great Depression,
Grappelli was performing on the piano on a regular basis with a band called
“Gregor and his Gregorians,” whose style was often compared to that of
bandleader Paul Whiteman’s. The leader of the band convinced him to start
performing on the violin again and he soon focused his attention on the violin.
Grappelli first met guitarist
Django Reinhardt in 1931, however he said that he saw him perform as early as
1929. When Grappelli was performing at the “Le Croix du Sud” club in
Montparnasse, Django was in the audience and asked Stephane to join his group.
Stéphane was apprehensive, due to Django’s menacing appearance, and his
reluctance to give up his steady gig. But the two began to perform together
casually over the next few years, where they discovered how much they shared,
especially in their love for the early jazz innovators.

Stephane with Steeleye Span
Violinist Peter Knight
http://www.peterknight.net/masterclass.htm
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