i’m listening to this song by him.. it makes me cozy&comfortable. wherever we are.. finally we meet again sooner or later.. time is flying quickly.. rip
Chets playing here is so touching and insular. So introspective and quietly contained- I feel as though I am listening in a private conversation between him and his Soul. Just magical.
Everytime I hear this song I look through my window to the horizon of buildings and It makes me feel the pain of love somebody who don't love you back and I finally understand the meaning of this song.
Poor guy looks so sad, fallen, and vulnerable. I hope he’s above us now, swinging with miles, Clifford, bud, monk, dizzy, Clark terry. Wes, django, Joe Pass, with Frank Zappa writing absurd charts for them all to play together.
I can't listen to this yet. My mom was the biggest Chet Baker fan and she passed away last month. She played his albums daily as we were growing up, so it's hard to listen to it without crying. Every song has a memory, and his trumpet playing is so beautiful. I know she is with Chet now enjoying him in heaven.
Just imagine a warm summer evening, with you sitting out in the garden with a good book, cool breeze through your hair and this is drifting out of the window... absolutely magical... such memories of days gone by
Why is it that so many music legends lead such sad lives? Perhaps it's the sadness that brings out such beauty in their music. Hats off Mr. Baker, you're a legend in my book.
Chet played straight from the heart!!! I had the pleasure of playing with him when I was in my early 20's at a place called Mandrakes in Berkeley, California
Had to say goodbye to my dog today, so I'm sitting here listening to this with my pipe and a coffee cup of bourbon. Thanks for posting this. It helps a lot.
Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know.
Think so little of me, they allow you to go?
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change
from major to minor, everytime we say goodbye.
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer, but how strange the change
From major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.