Chet Baker always struck me as a jazz romantic made miserable by the passage of time. The first four years of the 1950s were his golden moment in which he was most emotionally comfortable. By mid-decade, he seemed confused by the newness of everything and confounded that the years he loved most had slipped away like sand through his hands. His stays in …
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