Chet: My Deja Vu

Have you ever met someone for the first time and it felt like a deja vu? Have you ever heard someone’s voice for the first time and somehow it sounded familiar? Have you ever met your soulmate, finally? Cheesy, huh?

Well, I have. His name was Chet Baker. It was 1999, Bandung. In my room, his voice on Embraceable You CD. Haunting, lilting, his voice was. And I was mesmerized. Captured. Gripped. I went through bad times listening to Little Girl Blue.

And somehow it sounded familiar, like it was something I should be listening to all along, like coming home to a place I’d never been. Warm and familiar. (Oh how I wish he was more than just a dead musician…)

Over the years, Chet kept me being true to myself. Kept me being me. Like an anchor. And right now, especially, he’s the one I run to when everything seems out of place. When my whole weekend turned upside down. When I started to listen to a different music, literally. When things had gotten chaotic and I was "under influence". When I almost lost control of my… soberness (sobriety? level-headedness? anyone?), and my sanity, and the way I see myself, and…

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