chet baker

i've tried to get into jazz. i like it, don't get me wrong, but it doesn't always move me. and i need to be moved by music. if i don't have an emotional attachment to an artist they'll never be on my regular play list.
chet baker moves me. it hits me in all the right spots. so melancholy and longing. it sounds like what love feels like when it slips through your fingers. or like the afternoon after a heavy night of drinking when the headache is fading and the depression is creeping up.
it's real. some of it may sound corny to our oh so cool and jaded ears, but it speaks a timeless truth. the sadness of life. the longing and the ache of love.
and that face. it's like a three dimensional road map. like time has cut it to pieces with it's relentless attack.
and the voice, somehow, makes it all feel like a hug.