Walking down to grab the paper this morning and everything was shrouded in fog. It was very early, before 6, and the morning light was still trying to gather, giving the scene a haunting, ghostly appearance. Chill in the air.
September.
It really made me think of one of my favorite songs, September Song, the beautiful old Kurt Weill song that has been performed by hundreds of artists over the last seventy years, from Sinatra to Willie Nelson, who does a lovely, delicate version. On this cool, misty morning I am reminded of one of my favorite versions, that being the one from Django Reinhardt, the jazz guitarist from the middle of the last century whose distinctive gypsy-tinged plucking, the result of basically playing with only two fingers on his left hand as a result of an injury received in a fire in his youth, has influenced artists long after he passed away.
Here’s Django’s September Song. Hope you’ll enjoy…
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