I once wrote how I love to listen to Chet Baker in the morning. As of now, I’m at an all time high on fetishism for his music. So there’s hardly a day that passes that I don’t unwind to one of his songs. Lately, I was looping some of his most painful tunes: the ones recorded at that time that his trumpet playing was characteristically and technically bad. It has a coarseness to it that I found profoundly sad. There’s a song I have in mind entitled, “If you could see me now”.

For now, I’ll give you this rendition by Bill Evans Trio. Leave it up to you to look up on Chet.