jingle django

The gypsy guitarist Django Reinhardt is often recommended to me by musician friends,but somehow there’s something sinister about the upbeat tone of the love songs Django chose to play in Parisian cafes in Nazi occupied France,while hundreds of thousands of his people were being put to death in concentration camps
What he didn’t or couldn’t or wouldn’t say colors the chords he picks with an intense inner anxiety that gives me a chill
I can taste the terror of his choice to live only for the moment in his music.
How do you play love songs for people who just cut your mother’s throat?

paradox

One day
if we get it right
I’ll be famous
for not being famous
if we get it wrong
the jokes on me