Check out the documentary Let's Get Lost to see what became of the handsome young man seen on the cover of Chet Baker Sings. Filming began in January 1987, so Chet must have been 57, 58 at the most. He looks like shit. He tells the story of how he lost most of his upper teeth in a drug deal gone bad in the late '60's, he confesses his drug of choice at the time of filming was to mainline a "speedball," a mixture of cocaine and heroin, the very idea of which, "Scares the hell out of most people." The filmmakers interview his parents, who say that yes, Chet has received a lot of awards and recognition throughout his career, but his parents agree when the interviewer asks them if he is a disappointment to them in the end. I don't want to give away the ending, but it is not exactly a surprise how Chet meets his demise. Ooo, I made a rhyme.
As for an old cruster like me, some young gal feeling like an asshole for liking me in the first place could tell herself, "At least he's not Chet Baker." I'm not saying I think any young wimmins out there has anything like that going on for me, I'm just saying what if. Oh well, the album's on pause, I want to listen to the rest of it now.