Chet Baker - Leaving

Every time I get to Amsterdam, the first thin I do when I leave Central Station is to walk to the Zeedijk, just to look at the plaquette at the hotel where he died. And even after hundreds of visits I still get teary.. Especially when I read the last sentence; "for anyone who's willing to listen and feel".. His velvet voice, his whispering trumpet can cut straight trough me, but comfort me and warm my heart at the same time..