In Amsterdam

Whenever I hear or read about someone falling from a window, I think of Chet. To think about the most regrettable way to die – flying one second and then crashing the next. A moment of sheer dream and sheer reality.

Chet Baker was both an angel and a most distraught man, maybe one of the reasons why his music slides and embraces around the heart. I’ve been listening to him all weekend so I thought I’d give him a toast: here’s to loving and losing, ol’ Chet. Here’s to living and dying, at the same time.