ma première guitare cover Sacha Distel NEW VERSION VIDEO

[Jean Pierre]

it is a song of Sacha Distel singer French guitarist, died in 2004

brilliant guitarist, with the voice of crooner Sacha Distel had started as a guitarist in the orchestra of Ray Ventura (...his uncle)
He met Charlie Parker and Miles Davis on a trip to the United States in 1952.
His talents earned him the title of best jazz guitarist several times in France in the 1950s. He recorded the album "French New Sound" with Lionel Hampton and accompanied Juliette Gréco and Sarah Vaughan.

This song "my first guitar" was played on stage with Stephane Grapelly (the famous violinist associated with Django Reinhart)

My friend Jean Paul sings the first verse and " fait la pompe" ( what is the traduction in english,  makes the pump??" with his gypsy jazz guitar (guitar jazz manouche Maurice Dupont, french luthier)
I do the second verse and the guitar solo with my Epiphone Les Paul

addition video clip by Jean Paul

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NrzJQyA9t8

in scrolling french lyrics and google translation in english

J'avais quinze ans, C'était le temps De Ma première guitare,
Et tout ce temps Revient souvent Du fond de ma mémoire.
Ces quinze ans-là C'était Django Qui les mettait en fête.
En ce temps-là C'était Django Qu'on avait dans la tête.
Dans sa musique, il y avait comme une odeur de feu de bois,
Il y avait un je-ne-sais-quoi, Moitié Harlem, Moitié Bohème.
Et sur tout ça passaient, joyeux, de merveilleux nuages,
Pareils à ceux Qu'ont dans les yeux les enfant  du voyage.

Depuis ce temps, J'ai eu le temps De changer de guitare,
Et le gitan De mes quinze ans Est là dans ma mémoire.
Et, bien des fois, C'est malgré moi,Il me vient quelques notes
Comme un refrain Venu soudain Du fond d'une roulotte.
Alors je sens sous mes doigts monter l'odeur du feu de bois,
J'entends comme un je-ne-sais-quo Moitié Harlem Moitié Bohème.
Et sur mon cœur passent, joyeux, ces merveilleux nuages
Pareils à ceux Qu'ont dans les yeux Les enfants du voyage

I was fifteen years old, It was the time of my first guitar,
And all this time comes back often from the bottom of my memory.
Those fifteen years It was Django Who put them in party.
At that time it was Django that was in the head.
In his music, there was a smell of firewood,
There was a je-ne-sais-quoi, half Harlem, half bohemian.
And on all that passed, happy, wonderful clouds,
Like those in the eyes of the children of the journey.

Since that time, I had time to change the guitar,
And the gypsy of my fifteen years is there in my memory.
And, many times, It's in spite of me, It comes to me some notes
Like a chorus Come suddenly From the bottom of a trailer.
Then I feel under my fingers rising the smell of the fire,
I hear like a half-hearted half Harlem Bohemian.
And on my heart pass, happy, these wonderful clouds
Like those in the eyes The gipsy child

[alfstone]

Splendid. Just splendid.

Alfredo

[Jean Pierre]

grazie Alfredo, .. Ti sto aspettando su un pezzo di jazz, da fare insieme, non dimenticare!

[Mike_S]

Really good, I did not realise Sasha Distel was an accomplished guitarist. I thought he was only a singer. Very interesting.

Very well done guys this is timeless. Excellent!

Mike

[Groundy]

You are a first class performer my friend,
Well done.


Alex.

[Hook]

Sweet!
Rock on!

[Groundy]

Back for another listen JP.

Love it.


Alex.

[Jean Pierre]

...with the video clip made by my friend Jean Paul


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JRwF5A-w2I

[Jean Pierre]

we have change the vidéo...