Click to play song ” 1-06 Every Time You Say Goodbye ”
I’m featuring one of my favorite singers here. I was introduced to her music through the Coen Brothers film, “Oh Brother Where Art Though.” She’s one of the legendary bluegrass artists on that soundtrack which is undeniably one of the most influential movie records in recent history. Before long, I too became a huge fan of Alison Krauss the more I looked into her career, listened and discovered her amazing range and ability. She’s been a prodigy since childhood as both a fiddler and singer. The most common word used to describe Alison’s voice is, “angelic.”
“Chet Baker and a pretty young woman.” (Below Left Image.) This image of Chet was captured during his brightest period where he looked so young and hopeful. Chet was the quintessential young white lion on the jazz scene beginning in the early 1950’s.
He possessed a velvet voice and had an amazing simple style. A proficient and crisp trumpeter by anyones measure, Baker was equal to the task no matter the arrangement.
Accompanying Chet through much of his life-were his well publicized demons. Namely his struggle with heroin.
Yet, even amid his crippling addiction, Chet embodied everything that a musician should be. And for that we still thank him each time we take a listen.
I suppose Chet was like a shooting star. And was meant to burn very very hot for a brief period after which an equal and opposite reaction was inevitable.
This morning, I wake up renewed and with much energy. My morning began with an hour long coffee chat with an A.C. cop who I will not name. Apparently there was another shooting at one of the notorious housing projects. I thankfully live in another city.
He told me that the crime was done by a youth and that the crowd which gathered turned into an angry mob requiring resources from three different cities to respond to the disturbance-which became an anti police rally even though the police had just responded to the call and weren’t part of the initial incident.
The complex where this shooting happened is called Stanley Homes. And the overwhelming theme of the residents there is criminals are good and police are bad.
Each time the cops respond to a crime, the crowds verbally and sometimes physically attack them. Never saw such a backward group of people in my life. And stupid.
I simply ask him, “why do you guys even go there? Let them all kill each other.”
His response was, “we have to.”
It’s a true bizarro world. And I ask myself how the general state of right vs wrong can go so far awry.
Again. I thankfully live in another city.
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