The sound streamed into the ether.
That sound that is still with me,
Every time he is mentioned
I hear him play.
No longer with us
But Chet will live in me,
Live within my memory,
Live within my soul
Every time I hear his trumpet,
Hear his trumpet calling me,
Calling me from the ether.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2020 04:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Chet Baker - my favourite jazz trumpeter. “Everything about this particular performance is perfect. Chet Baker's trumpet playing just goes straight to the deepest recess of my being and it makes me so sad that he died so soon after when it was clear he was at the top of his game.”
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Comments3
No other has that fluffy mellow haunting trumpet sound of Chet. And his singing voice in his late years was to marvel at for the expression he was able to carry.
Not a reader of the dots yet in his early playing years he was able to play in many bands of the day without fault.
Chet a truly amazing musician by anyones standard.
Totally agree d a, he was (and is) wonderful, that sound he creates is like no other.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
ANGELA HERE - Thanks for sharing UNCLE ANDY ~ A Haunting Horn and a great personal tribute to Chet Baker a unique talent. Thank GOD for Recordings & Youtube & Alexa !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 💛💛💛
Thank you Angela, he is a great trumpet player.
Andy
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