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Childhood . Music . My Mother . Nostalgia

Club Django and More

On October 9, 2016 by Speranza

accordion

 

Last week a friend (actually, two separate friends, who both know me well)  invited me to come along and hear Club Django. I do love hearing bands play live and I particularly like this kind of music but sometimes it seems like too much trouble after a  long day at work and the concept of coming home and going out again seems unbearable.

Still, as noted here before, I find Klezmer (or so-called ‘Gypsy Jazz’) reliably cheering so my friends collected me at the especially odd time of 2pm and we moved out of the glinty sunshine into a darker venue to catch Club Django in concert.

And from the opening notes, I was so, so happy that I did.

The high-octane, soaring guitars matched the swinging violin beat for beat ( I couldn’t take my eyes off the technicolour hatted Rodion Boshoer, who was playing like he had been recently set on fire) and I felt absolutely transported; I was also amused to note that there were several extra, extra large coffee cups by the band’s amps.  Abbey Sholzberg’s energetic skill with the double bass was both lively and impressive, his faux-leopard vest charming and suitably quirky; basically, it was impossible not to be happy in that room and the crowd was loving it. I was so glad that I was there and that I had forced myself to come out.

Django himself,  would be well pleased.

 

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Tags: accordions, childhood, Club Django, Django Reinhardt, Klezmer, Music, my mum, nostalgia, piano-accordion

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  • bflyguy October 12, 2016 at 1:10 am - Reply

    I always felt that gypsy jazz, especially Django’s songs were the absolute expression of joy. Glad you enjoyed the show. Now, to only get them back sooner than 3 years.

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