God: Hey, Mr. Gentle, u are playing this cool whatever it is here all time long.
Chet: Thanks my lord
God: Why don't u bring ur Tender to people ?
Chet: Janpanesy, my lord, cause its so freaking boring out there, on earth i mean
God: Really? U think so?
Chet: Yeah, i mean, u gotta stuff ur belly first and thats troublesome
God: What u trying to say?
Chet: I mean, to live really makes me uncomfortable.
God: even though i gave everything that people would die to get?
Chet: can they make lives easier?
God: Dunno, honestly.....
Chet: ..........
God: Well, u can come back anytime u feel unbearable, I just want to know how human would react to ur music
Chet: ............ alright, i'll give it a take.
A: "How did u learn to play trumpet? "
Chet: I ..... I just played
His smiles are always, u know, so reluctant. Its not what u call depression, he was not repressed, but smells ease in an uneasy circumstance which many refer as LIFE.
And as time goes by, u could tell the boredom of life from his face.
What does Chet make u feel ?
Smooth, silky smooth.....and .......... tender
He is quite and tranquil, while he is stuffed with uneasiness all the time, its just like he knew he could do nothing. He didn't complain. He just played his trumpet, make tunes. Its not what u call harmony or contradiction, its Chet, so unique that u hav to title it.
Chet: Hey , hold on a sec, can we jump the rehearsal ? ok? Ok, let's record, ready?
Chet, did anyone tell u that u frown too much?
Did I ? I felt it natural
