Hickey über das Betrachten „unehrlicher“ Bilder

… I suspect, … [the] ostensibly parental concern for innocents who might be seduced by illusionistic images is little more than a mask disguising the even more pervasive illusion that people, by looking at boring „honest“ images, will somehow be cured of their affection for looking at interesting „dishonest“ ones.

Dick Hickey: „Air Guitar“ (1997)

Chet Baker: „You Don’t Know What Love Is“ (1956)

Einer der im besten Sinne merkwürdigsten Jazz-Vokalisten überhaupt. Der us-amerikanische Publizist Dave Hickey schrieb 1997 über das Album „Chet Baker Sings“ ebenso lapidar wie wahr:

Everybody else…was playing jazz. Chet Baker was playing the song…

I played it all the time, morning and night, and it spoke to me then of a special kind of elegiac cool; it dispensed with all pretension to musical heroism without repudiating the idea of heroism itself; it muffled the sentiment of the sung lyrics without denying the possibility that somewhere, at some time, for someone, such sentiments might have had a certain validity. Today, having written some songs myself, I see that Baker knew what all songwriters know, what singers like Judy Garland and Patsy Cline and Karen Carpenter knew most profoundly, that all songs are sad songs, borne as they are on the insubstantial substance of our fleeting breath.

Wenn es ein musikalisches Gegenstück zur „Neuen Sachlichkeit“ gibt, dann hier.