Welcome to lonely nights. To long, slowly passing minutes...
Chet Baker is at his best on this album. Now he doesn't sing but takes the trumpet to a higher level, as he "falls" into the deepness of the ballads.
As you can read it on the back of the cd, its subhead is The lyrical trumpet of Chet Baker. He dosen't just perform the songs, it comes from his heart, it's purely honest. There's a clever writing about it in the inside cover:
"The trumpet of Chet Baker is, above all, a lyrical instrument. Every musician, no matter how many different kinds of things he can do, has one area that is essentially home, where he functions most effectively and seems most comfortable. For one man this favored area of operation may be the blues, for another it may be dazzling up-tempo fireworks. For Chet, home is clearly the world of ballads - of good, sound standards that lend themselves to a leisurely tempo and to rich, melodic, and often moody interpretation. In such an environment, the romantic sound and conception that Chet possesses seems to flourish extraordinary well. And it is the kind of jazz that is to be heard throughout this album.
As many a musician and many a listener has discovered, the ability to play ballads involves much more than just being able to play slowly. To keep it pretty and at the same time to keep it jazz calls for a way of feeling and a way of thinking that not every jazz musician can master. But ballads properly played can be a most beautiful and moving musical experience, serving to refute two very pervasive and false cliches: the one that claims that jazz is all loud and hard and fast; and the corollary one that would have you believe that if isn't loud and hard and fast it isn't properly jazz."
The best time for listening to it is night and the best way is when the room is absolutely silent, so put it in your hifi, and not in your computer, and let it to take you somewhere else.
'Tis autumn:
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