The year was 1988. Most people were still buying LPs, though CDs were starting to eat up more and more space in record stores. Jazz sections were fairly thin on older recording from the ’50s. Most record companies were struggling to make money in limited space with new releases, and CD catalogues were in their infancy. Though the analog-to-digital conversion process hadn’t kicked into high gear yet, CDs clearly were the future. Into this digital dawn came Let’s Get Lost—a black-and-white documentary on Chet Baker directed by photographer Bruce Weber. Everyone who saw it was affected by the humid portrait of the romantic but tortured trumpeter. Suddenly, a generation of young East Coast fans new to the music were exposed to West Coast jazz and all of its tattered charms. Not long after the film came out and began generating interest, Baker CDs came rushing into print.
If you’ve never seen Let’s Get Lost, here’s your chance. It’s easy to forget how influential the film was and how it re-ignited interest in Los Angeles jazz in the ’50s… – See more at: