Rosie's late afternoon on a sunny June Monday. The locals are all slumped round the bar with luggage next to them having come straight from the airport after a weekend propping up the bars of Benidorm at one of their stag do's. They look pickled by a weekend's drinking. They don't last very long before heading one by one off home leaving me, the barman and a couple of other customers. I find this on the jukebox. One of the saddest things ever recorded. A man whose voice sounds more like a musical instrument than any voice I've ever heard. A brilliant, doomed musician.
We've been playing a lot of Chet in our house recently. I found these two ridiculous box sets (Korean imports apparently) for about $15 each. Pure gold.
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