He was taken from us,
This man of music.
So much joy he gives me
Even though he is not of this world,
His sounds live on forever.
A sound so compelling,
So compelling to me
That he has never died,
And will always be with me.
Chet may not be with me in body
But his Spirit is within me
Every time I hear him play,
Hear him blow his horn,
That sound will never die.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Chet Baker died on this day in 1984 - a trumpeter whose music speaks to me.
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Chet's mournful sound on trumpet is quite unique and compelling just as you say.
As you know he was always a great singer too and I am a fan of his voice in his final years. Whereas you can tell he is of age, a lifetimes passion and pain sings out in his tone and breath.
One of twentieth centuries most amazing musicians. His hey day the 50's is the era of jazz i most revere.
It surely is d a.
The era of the early fifties is my most revered era of jazz but as you know I like all types.
You've encouraged me to revisit his recordings - a sign of a worthy write.
Thank you, it is well worthy of listening to his sounds Michael.
A fine write and clip Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Nicely done good sir!
Much appreciated
Its never gone
It lives on in every corner
Thank you Dan, yes it is always there.
Such talent to self destruct and die so young..... it's nice to think that he left so much behind for everyone. Your poem attests to that Andy.
Hi Lorna, there is some question about whether he took his own life, although he was in the hotel room alone with his heroin he was in a good place in his life, so it may have been an accident and he fell rather than through himself out of the window.
Thank you for your fine comment.
Great tribute to a GREAT Musician G
Blow Blow Blow your horn 'til night becomes day and dusk becomes dawn for these are the hours where magic is born...
Thank you Andrew, he still blows his horn for me.
Another Chet fan here Goldy - could listen to his playing all night and the next day and then more .............. a grand tribute and write.
So could I Fay, so could I.
COME UNCLE CHET
AND BLOW YOUR HORN
YO GODAMM DIED
THE YEAR AFTER I WAS BORN
MY DAD LOVES YO
AND HAS YO DISKS
HES SAD COS YO WAS ON H
AND YO TOOK RISKS
UNCLE CHET YOSE GON
BUT THANK GOD YO
MELACHOLY HORN LIVES ON ~ AMEN
HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE CHET !
Love & Compassion for one of the Great JAZZMEN
Yours as always for YOU & JOYCE
ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
He IS still there blowing his horn. Thank you A and B.
So many lost to us in their prime - the only solace one can find is they left us their best.
Thank you Suresh, so true.
It's beautiful when you can spiritually relate to a musician and their sound and you've captured the feeling well. With a damn talented artist to boot!
Thank you for your kind comments SMB, I listen to a great deal of jazz amongst many other types of music and reckon that Chet is my favourite trumpeter.
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