Chet The Dog

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Hope to hear this sometime soon!

Chet And Bernie Music (1)

“Someone was unfamiliar with If You Were Mine?” Admin says.

“So here it is,” Spence says. “If You Were Mine, by Johnny Mercer and Matty Malneck, with Billie Holiday on vocals and an all-star band. The understated and brilliant pianist is Teddy Wilson, and that’s Roy Eldridge on trumpet at the end – you’ll see why that trumpet does things to Chet. The year – 1936, probably when she was at the height of her powers.”

For Molly.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7Pa4pv3x3k

Welcome Finn McCool. Beary – please retry.

The Life

We drove away from Cactus Heights, Lt. Stine, ambulance, crime scene tape, all that.

“The hard part is going to be keeping Ray out of this,” Bernie said.

And if he said it, I believed it, a good thing, because I’d been thinking that the hard part for me was trying to remember what was going on with the case, and now I didn’t have to worry about that.

Bernie sighed. “Guess it’s time for us to head for L.A.,” he said. “Not my favorite place, and it’s going to raise Bob’s bill, but what choice do we have?”

I didn’t know. Soon we were on a freeway, driving toward the sun, which was sinking in the sky and getting bigger and redder as it did. Loved seeing that! Bernie switched on the music. Billie Holiday and If You Were Mine, Roy Eldridge on trumpet. That trumpet did things to me, hard to describe. This was the life.

Desert Highways

When we’re on a case we spend lots of time in the Porsche, me and Bernie. Bernie drives, I ride shotgun. This is a real old Porsche, by the way. Sometimes strange noises happen and then Bernie pulls over and gets out the tools. That never ends well. I try not to watch. But the point is while we’re in the car, especially on those long desert stretches, we listen to music. Lots of Billie Holiday – I love when the trumpet comes in. Roy Eldridge, Bernie says. Wow. Does things up and down my spine. Also the Louvin brothers – that brother with the high voice, he gets those spine things going too. What I don’t get is how come Bernie’s a big fan of Bob Dylan. Doesn’t that voice hurt his ears? I’ve done a lot of staring at Bernie’s ears. His nose, of course, like all human noses, is tiny and useless. But human ears, not what you’d call big, aren’t tiny, either. So why don’t they work better? Does Bernie hear much when he’s listening to music? Sometimes I worry.