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Django Reinhardt || I’ll See You In My Dreams

Django Reinhardt, the gypsy guitar great, picks out the melody of the beautiful Kahn/Jones song I’ll See You in My Dreams. Fluid movements fill the spaces, flying off the swinging rhythm guitars. Django bends each note, wringing every ounce of meaning from it.

Django Reinhardt Review I'll See You In My Dreams

I’ll See You in My Dreams

Listening to this song, a huge hit in the 20’s, brings you back to another world. It’s been played by the best musicians, and Django certainly fits the bill. The war to end all wars is over, Jazz is exploding, and in cafes and bars across Paris, Django and his quintet (featuring violinist Stephane Grappelli) smoke cigarettes and create a uniquely European interpretation of Jazz that fills gramaphones across the earth.

Joe Brown and George Harrison

Joe Brown offers a stirring performance of I’ll See You in My Dreams on ukelele at the end of the tribute to George Harrison, Concert For George. Check out this highly recommended tribute:

Lips that once were mine
Tender eyes that shine
They will light my way tonight
I’ll see you in my dreams

Like the Reverend Gary Davis, Django sounds like the love child of: A world long gone.

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Eddie Harris - Theme in Search of a Movie - Great, but is it Jazz?

Although Tenor Saxophonist Eddie Harris got paned by critics for his commercial success outside the Jazz establishment, he knew how to write and perform a mean song. Theme in Search of a Movie seems to borrow as much from Burt Bacharach as Bill Evans, and succeeds as a statement independent of any one genre.

The Electrifying Eddie Harris

“What sort of movie are we talking about?”

Maybe a James Bond film? A psychological thriller? Maybe weekend at Berny’s III? Surreal horizons and tropical breezes, magical strings, an unspoken current, warm and gentle. They point South, the drums click, lead the way. Eddie maps the territory with a throaty sax and the aid of some well placed piano chords.

Sounds like the love child of: Burt Bachararch and Stan Getz