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Django’s scales were not musical, they were stairways to heaven. In a heartbeat, you realize he’s already played a dozen notes and you don’t know where they come from, they start to spin back, circle around you, tickle you, or explode like fireworks.
Django’s scales were not musical, they were stairways to heaven.
In a heartbeat, you realize he’s already played a dozen notes and you don’t know where they come from, they start to spin back, circle around you, tickle you, or explode like fireworks.
Listen to Django Reinhardt's Jazz in Paris and experience the timeless magic of a true guitar genius.
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