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Marge Seeger

03/17/2012

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by Buddy Miller

When I was 9 or 10 my folks bought me a cheap nylon string guitar. I used to ride my bicycle around town with that guitar strapped on my back. One day we took a spill and the guitar’s side split in half with a huge crack, it was still playable and was my only guitar till i was 13. Read Full Article

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Pete Girardi

05/26/2011

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{Today’s Joe comes from Al Gorgoni, a Joe himself. Apart from his influence on Al, Pete’s guitar from 1957 remains one of the most famous guitars in history. The “Teardrop” model by John D’Angelico is rare and unique and was made specially for Girardi. Read more about it in Guitar Heroes.]

Pete Girardi was my teacher, my friend, my big brother and if guardian angels exist, he was mine. There are people we encounter that open doors for us that completely transform our lives. Pete did that for me. He was a traditional player from the Django Rienhardt school of playing. He loved music and played with such passion and emotion. I think that’s what inspired me most. He was the kind of musician that causes you to feel something, that wonderful kind of bliss that wakes up your heart.
That was his gift.

He taught me how to read music and sent me to Joe Biviano to study theory. What I learned from Joe enabled me to do the work in writing and arranging that I was called on to do later .
Pete took me under his wing. I would have my lesson on Sunday at 12:30 at his parent’s apartment where he lived. After a while his mother and father began inviting me to stay for Sunday dinner. His parents were Italians who had immigrated to Argentina and then here.

After eating a wonderful meal the instruments would appear. Ralph, Pete’s father played the accordion, the kind with buttons instead of keys. We would accompany him on beautiful South American tunes as well as Italian songs that I had heard ever since I can remember. We had a great time.

After a year or so Pete got a job in Greenwich Village. It was in a very nice supper club called Charles the 4th. It just happened to be on the corner of Charles and Fourth St. He invited me to work with him. Just the two guitars. We would play sets and accompany various singers for the show. We did standards, show tunes, continental music, some jazz, and certain beautiful Italian classic songs. I learned the gig by Pete calling out the changes to me over his shoulder while playing the leads. All this was happening at the time I started in the music business. That’s another story.

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