Russian Lullaby

A journey into the history of my jazz and my own life with Jerry Garcia

When I was in college, I liked to dip into the dollar bin at the record store. That's where I picked up Jerry Garcia's second solo album. It was forgettable, even for an obsessive fan like me. Forgettable, that is, except for one song:

I had never heard of Django Reinhardt at that point, and I had no idea what I was hearing. All I knew was that I loved it. Jerry Garcia had his ups and downs as an artist, but he always had great taste in other people's music.