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Yes, Former Frontier Editor, I did meet him once – very briefly.
Back around 1980 at the Winnipeg Folk Festival, which is held at Birds Hill Park (about 25 kms north of Winnipeg). I was working as a volunteer, which meant I had to do three shifts (one each day) and in return I not only got free admission but also a backstage pass. My job was in Hospitality, so I had to greet the performers when they arrived and help them get settled in, show them where to store their things, where the food tent was, etc. It was the best volunteer gig at the festival, as you can imagine.
Anyhow, I was so thrilled that Stéphane Grappelli was scheduled to play and that I wouldn’t be working during his performance. But this meant that I was working when he arrived on the site. And even before he arrived the rumours started coming in that he was less than pleased about having to travel to the site on the performers’ bus and not in a limo. So by the time he arrived and I went to greet him he was clearly in a very foul mood and all I got in response was an icy cold stare before one of the festival organisers took over and led him away. And that was that.
I wonder if he remembered that moment for the rest of his life too . . . 😉
And yes, the concert was brilliant and I got to sit right up front at side stage. 
He regretted that stare for the rest of his life…you haunted his dreams. Either that or the imps in hell are telling him he should have been nicer to you.
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Ah, I saw Grappelli at a small jazz club in Chicago in the early 80’s, sat at a table at the front about two feet away from the man. For a couple of hours I sat entranced, watching the fingers producing that distinctive, delicate sound. Thanks for reminding me.
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I kneel at your feet Az
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Honey, you’re in the way. I can’t get my sandals on…
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a fiddly situation to be sure . . . .
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Ah, performers and their snits. I would have loved to have even been at one place where Grappelli was playing live. Love that sound, love that cool hot jazz.
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yeah, that was a bad pun, even for me . . . .
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Oh I dunno . . . 😉
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As for performers and their snits, hmh, nobody does it better than a French divo with an amazing nose with which to look down on you. Though I think he had every right to be annoyed … and also to be a divo.
For the record, he smiled all through the concert with his eyes closed, looking like he was in his own world and deigning to share it with us. It was truly amazing.
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The photos and film clip I’ve seen of him performing with Rheinhardt – you can tell it wasn’t as much performing as it was sheer enjoyment.
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