Chet Baker for the morning

I am a not-so-morning person. So inevitably, I tend to ritualize mornings in order to process the rest of the day awake.

In my last post, I wrote a really felt review of Feist‘s album, The Reminder. It’s what I’ve been listening to a lot in the mornings, and I find myself veering away from the educational podcasts I used to listen to. With the passing of time, all I really wished for in mornings was silence.

But music can be quiet. And it might sound crazy to you, but I think it’s possible to somehow illustrate silence through music. We come across music that stirs up some peace in us and distracts us from our everday stress. Typically, I find this in music ranging from an andantino to moderato tempo. Folk songs in mono. Guitars with a hint of blues or cool city jazz. I am very partial to a singing Chet Baker lately, especially in the morning.  His cool voice just mellows you out and starting the day with a good sense of temperament, to me, is just the best mornings to live in.  I hope you could listen to some of Chet’s music because mind you, there is a huge difference between the sound of cocktail jazz to what “real” jazz is supposed to sound like.

Imagine a morning without anyone playing music. In the streets there should be some faint or abbrasive music in the background, blending in to the ambience of the morning. It becomes as familiar and natural in the morning as the sound of early birds and cars.