By David Luhrssen, Shepherd Express
Trumpeter Chet Baker embodied understated cool in the 1950s jazz, singing like a ghostly memory and playing notes as evanescent as a light scrim of fog over San Francisco Bay. Drugs were his tragedy, and he spent the closing decades of life picking up gigs and stumbling through relative obscurity. One gig that lasted several years involved a collaboration with Wolfgang Lackerschmid, a German vibraphonist whose ethereal playing was an ideal complement for Baker. Read more here.