Renditions of "Time after Time" are sprinkled over much of Chet's discography. More than likely though it shows up in listeners' record collections as one of the songs on "Chet Sings" or "The Best of Chet Baker Sings." Ubiquitous as it is, this song is a perfect vehicle for his natural ability to translate feeling into sound.
I recently ran across a mellifluously stoned out version--1964 in Belgium-- replete with shots of his missing tooth..front no less. Imagine a trumpet player missing a front tooth right where the mouthpiece nests. Amazing that he played the way he did.
Anyway, here is my not-so-stoned out version of the 1947 tune with lyrics by Sammy Cahn and music by Jule Styne. Baby steps. Newborn steps. Hell, in utero-steps.
Still can't seem to sing on pitch with any consistency. And the range, my range, continues to be at large. Someday I will spend the time and attention it deserves. I'll take lessons or stop drinking milk or get my deviated septum re-broken and mended straight. Who knows.
The recording was spread out over a week or so, mostly owing to my new-found commitment to research, reading and study of literacy and reading and writing and whatnot. Getting back in the game is what i'm calling it. Rather, responding to a perception of a need for a more proactive stance in relation to rejoining the great march toward accumulation of wealth, or as in my case, to stop the bleeding.
