She came through my door like a velvet hurricane, eyes ablaze and a gun in her hand. I said, "Put that thing away, you're going to hurt my feelings". She said, "Your feelings are the last thing you need to worry about, Doc". That was the moment I fell in love...
So, I sat here, grinding out original stories. Two a week. Only, I seem to have lost my touch. Maybe they weren't original enough. Maybe they were too original. All I know is, they didn't sell.
“I’m listening to this on a Tuesday. An ordinary Tuesday. The kind of Tuesday that falls between Monday and Wednesday. No matter how you look at it, it’s just Tuesday.
FuzzyWuzzy was a? B A spell? Last time someone said that around me it was a long leged redhead but that was 15 years ago. It all started when she stormed in my office and said if you don't help me i'll put a spell on you. Then I said spell? listen sister the only spell that you are going to put on me is your name......
I wandered into the ice cream parlour, however the evening was wet and a little too cold for frozen treats. I paid no mind and acquired the sweet, cold, and delectable cream. That's when I knew, I had no idea how to write a 1940s noir novel..
Excellent, Ben. When I posted this video I was really hoping for some good "noir" story comments, and our listeners have not disappointed! Thrilled you're enjoying it, Ben - thanks for checking in. 😎 ~Dr. SaxLove
"I had 3 shots in me, one was pfeizer, one was Bourbon and one was a bullet the doc never bothered to fish out of my shoulder. And on a night like this, I was feeling all of them."
But in the end the clot got me, but the doc would cover it up by calling it sudden death syndrome. It was a perfect crime with nobody legally liable since I was a guinea pig for an experimental drug. Boy what a sucker I was.
I could feel the cold silence fill the room, that kind of silence you get when both parties know why the other is there, but don't want to admit it. I exhaled smoke and she caught my gaze with fiery eyes and said "Here is your cappuccino sir, thank you for visiting starbucks. oh and can you refrain from smoking in here?"
"She was exactly the kind of trouble that I was looking for. The kind that would woukd give my life a sense of purpose. The kind that would get me killed."
Pro Tip: Open 3 Browsers online, play this in one of them, do thunderstorm sounds for 2 hours in another, and then play Street sounds in the third and it’s like your actually there.
I was sitting at my desk, cigarette between my nicotine-stained fingers, smoke blinding me in one eye, when we walked through my office door like she owned the place. She stopped, put her hands on her hips, looked me over and said, "Are you him?" I said, "Yeah, I'm him - who are you?" "I'm Marielys Diane" she said, "Here to change your life." I thought for a moment. My life could sure use changing. "Sit down" I said. "Make yourself comfortable." So she did, and that was the beginning of the rest of my life.
I casually entered into Dr.SaxLove's office... without knocking (As I always did) to bring his weakly magazine "Girls & Corpses", but to my amazement he gave me that 'I hope you die soon' look and said nothing.
I looked up as she entered my office carrying my favorite magazine, "Girls & Corpses" and as I looked at her I realized something for the very first time - she was incredibly beautiful! I tried to hide my sudden feelings with a scowl - I hoped I hadn't hurt her feelings...
I suddenly have an urge to go to a dirty, run-down diner at 3 am in the pouring rain for stale coffee, bland soup, and to tell the waitress about my problems.
I know you guys are going for grit, but in my head I'm reading; "I'm going go annoy a tired waitress," "I'm going to sit in the corner and act antisocial," "Some neckbeard in a trenchcoat and trilby will sit across from you and ask if you've got a lead on a rare MLP doll," ...I might write a short screenplay, because it' making me laugh. Thanks for the inspiration!
"They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was all over. The storm seemed to lose its frenzy. The ragged clouds gave way to the stars above."
The bar's name was "Silver Bullet". It flashed a neon sign in the middle of a dirty dark street. This place opened three years ago and immediately became the abode of outcasts, broken and bored men, and some especially immodest women. Blue-collar pilgrims came to the Bullet every evening for a portion of liquid oblivion. The bartender named Chuck served amazingly bad swill, and the working slaves crushed by the tombstone of the day swallowed it, wincing, and asked for more with husky dead voices. Cigarette smoke veiled the room, mixed with a thick hum of voices and the strumming music on the radio. Good place, just dirty enough to be cozy.
I've been to the Silver B many times, always looking for that liquid "bullet" to the brain. It's a dark and ugly place - it matches my mood and my budget. And every now and then I get lucky and find what I'm looking for - sweet oblivion!
As a legendary detective, it's so hard to do my job with this music following me everywhere. Anyone know how to tell jazz bands to be quiet during a stakeout？
Between your username and this comment, I'm getting a big Leslie Nielsen vibe. I just want both you and Dr. SaxLove to know, we're all counting on you.
@@garret_thorne I was trying to make some joke about my being a far more serious detective, but as I thought it up I spilled my coffee grounds all over the floor, tripped on nothing, and fell in my kitchen. I am Inspector Clouseau.
Me and my partner spent a night combing the streets of L.Lain '72. Someone said he'd be in a all night movie theater in the not so good part of town at 2 am . we were there alright , but so was the drunk behind us puking his guts up . my partner was half asleep , but even in that state he knew enough to lift his feet an let the flow go past unimpeded. The mug didn't show so when the floor was half dry we shoved off . the cold Grey dawn was trying to break , but it was a real weak try .
@@OXFOLICIOUS Kinda? That's more about going to war in your youth and then working a beat when you return, only to realize the streets are just as dangerous as any battlefield.
It felt like the worst Monday morning. It was actually Thursday, but feelings don't use a calendar. I poured some coffee, and instantly wished I'd had a cup to put it in. Maybe it was just going to be one of those days. Maybe not. But then again maybe it was, and that was a risk I was just going to have to take. I left the house, and lost my wife in the settlement. Times were hard all round.
Dr. SaxLove I looked up Henny Youngman, good stuff! I like Steven Wright and Milton Jones. Your jazz builds a world for me. Thank you for this, I didn't know I needed it.
My dad absolutely loved this video compilation! I remember him sitting in his leather chair in the living room with his crooked cigarette that he had rolled, with a tot of brandy, just taking the music in. I miss him so much, see you when I'm at the end Dad! Love you ❤❤❤
I came here because I was feeling some Jazz, I didn't expect hundreds of writers to debut like this. If your book does sell, we got to see it first and that's an accomplishment for me.
The elevator ride felt like an eternity, floor upon floor of ascending anxiety, awaiting the inevitable ding of the final destination. As the elevator went to the top I was getting to the bottom of this conspiracy that had rattled me to my very core... who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Why? Would their greed be the motivating factor? Or their desire to rob the chocolate chipped goodness from another? Either way, this elevator would bring me to my answers. The elevator ride stretched into eternity past every level, I'd been standing in this box for what felt like forever, and I had plenty of time to plan out my arrest of the cookie thief. It turns out the Elevator was broken, it wasn't actually moving, so I decided to ascend the stairs, which have proven more than once to be my mortal enemy. If every cookie stealing scumbag this city threw at me beat me down, trust stairs to finish me off. When I finally climbed every step to the Olympus that was the corrupt senator "Daddy" Cool's office, it was showtime, and the spotlight was on me.
I steal cookies from the cookie jar because I was born with a silver cookie spoon in my mouth and it's my right and my privilege. Some people can take the cookies, some people can't. My father took cookies, as did his father before him; I'm not going to stop taking cookies out of other people's cookie jar just because some flat-footed, stair-climbing, gumshoe thinks I ought to. I'll be stealing cookies until the day I die and NO ONE WILL EVER STOP ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wait, who are you and what's that in your hand. Don't point that at me! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
In a touch of cruel irony, Dr. Sax gets a glass of milk every morning before hitting the exercise yard. Just milk. I hear he's headed to a halfway house, where, if he behaves, they'll let him lick one side of an Oreo once a week.
"Third week of quarantine, holed up in my office. Supply of scotch is almost gone. Tonight I'll be down to my last cigarette. Soon I'll have to brave the streets to stock up. That stimulus money I got from Uncle Sam will keep me in Dewars and Lucky Strikes for a few more weeks, but then what? Why, oh why did I get mixed up with that no good dame, Corona?
It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day...
Boy is actually a girl, girl doesn't want to called a girl, boy wears a skirt, girl has a sex change operation. Wait, this is a script from another movie from a different time. Cheers, Clint!
It was raining, it's always raining in this city, but the night I first saw her ... the rain was different. The rain brought wind like a bouncer with the voice of a brass section, shoving people indoors instead of kickin' them out. But tonight the rain tapped a high-temp Swing song on my window, no brass, setting the pace for passers-by on the street to get indoors. Except her. She defied the tempo. She cut through the rain with her umbrella like a knife. I could see her red dress hug her curves when she walked across the street, shining like a red beacon through the dark, right to my building's front door. I could tell right then and there that this ol' heart in my chest could still beat like a drum, head over heels in love and in no mood to hide it. I knew right then and there, this was going to be a hell of a case. (Aimless detective monologue aside, I love this so much! Thanks for posting it! )
She walked like a goddess, her high heels tapping out a tempo like a too-high drummer in a swing band. As she walked away, she looked back and said, "Next time? There is no next time, mister." That was the last I saw of her... Thanks for the creative writing, BBB - I appreciate and I appreciate you!
My heart is melting !!! I've always been ABSOLUTELY in love with Noir / 1910-1950s USA - the old billboards and ads, old cars, women wearing dresses and retro gloves and hats, men wearing trench coats or suits, the absolutely stylish and classy hairstyles, this retro jazz music. When I finally move in to my own house I will decorate it like it's 50s.
Very cool, Altair. I totally agree with you, that era was, stylistically, so very unique and interesting and iconic. Thanks for the great comment, and thanks so much for reaching out to me - I appreciate you!
Absolutely - this era was very unique and indeed iconic. It really makes me sad that I did not get to live in that time period to experience it all by myself. I find 50s women to be much more attractive than women nowadays, women back then had real class, were probably more well spoken etc. This whole Noir / 30s-50s thing has become a major fetish for me :) enough of my babbling :) This great music is very relaxing and uplifting, thank you for uploading this, I really appreciate it :-) I look forward to more videos like this (if that's a possibility)
“The dame’s scream hit an octave usually reserved for calling dogs, but it meant I had a case, and the sound of greenbacks slapping across my palm is music to my ears any day. After all, I’m not an opera critic; I’m a private eye.”
"I looked her in the eyes as she asked me once more to help her. I couldn't, not after what happened years ago. The struggle and torment was still fresh on my mind. The horrors and terror that I struggled with every morning when I woke up from a sleepless night with a puddle of cold sweat to accompany me. She shook her head as she left calling me worthless. I told her "For the last time mom I'm not vaccuming grandmas room unless she puts some damn clothes on!""
11:08 “You came back...” She said, standing in the rain outside her doorstep. I flicked my cigarette onto the wet sidewalk and set off for her again.. And before my foot could take its first step, she asked “but why.. ?” I replied “my heart has Noir else to go”
I couldn't believe it was her. It was like a dream. But there she was, just as I remembered her. That delicately beautiful face. And a body that could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room. And breasts that seemed to say..."Hey! Look at these!" She was the kind of woman who made you want to drop to your knees and thank God you were a man! She reminded me of my mother, all right. No doubt about it.
The place smelt of late hours and failed auditions, a collection of those who had suffered this bleak city life for much too long, and those who still though it couldn't get worse. Maybe I was exposed, being out in public like this, but I figured most people would only remember a blurry image of me, seeing as they were all looking through the bottom of their glasses, the thick stench of cheap smokes blocking the rest of their senses. I slid quietly to the front of the bar, looking at the man behind it while he polished a glass with a rag that had probably seen more action than him. He looked over with his eyes, but spared the strain of moving his head, trying to ask me what I wanted without having to speak. I gazed along the rows of failed men that sat on either side of me, until I found one that looked particurlary unaware of his surroundings, his body half sloped forwards, looking 3 different shades of green, and a couple grey ones too. I gave the bartender a nod in the man's direction, and asked for what he'd had. A minute later, I was presented with a would-be fancy glass (Had it not been for the nicotine stains on the bottom), half filled with lemon juice and ice, the other with a whiskey that looked like it had spent longer under the counter than I had in bed, and both of us for none of the good reasons. "Well well.", I thought, bracing myself for impact, "Atleast everyone can afford the city's national dish." And with that hint of salt still stuck in my mind, I lifted my first glass that evening, wondering if I would be coming home in a taxi, or over the shoulder of another gangster...
'Hello Lover.' She whispered to me. Smooth and cold. She was like whiskey on the rocks. I heard a hammer being pulled back. I sighed. Never trust a dame with a rod. 'Is this the part where you kill me?' I ask, and took a sip. The liquor tasted metallic, like blood. Her lips found my cheek. She planted a kiss. 'No. I need you to come with me. I messed up.' She pushed the gun harder. 'Well. You've come to the right place.' I felt a sick smile creeping up my mug. 'Trouble is our business.'
Gold huh? I don't know what is it with all the Gold in my life always getting mixed up with trouble. From the those little gold stripes on her dress, right down to the engravings on her little Walter PPK. It seems it's always the most attractive things in life... that make you want to risk it all. I'm not sure i quite have it in me yet, but... Guess we're going to have to find out...
this collection reveals itself very well on a rainy evening , when you just look at the stream of raindrops falling on the asphalt , and at people slowly going about their business . Thank you author
I’ve been searching for months for something like this. “Noir Jazz” is such a specific genre that finding that Goldilocks sound feels impossible, until I found this video. It’s funny because I’ve always described it as “That ‘She walked through the door of my office on a rainy November evening, a rose in one hand and a smoking gun in the other’ kind of jazz.” I look to the comments and that’s exactly what I see. I am home.
Sweet, Jones Jones, and welcome to this space. Lots of awesome comments on this video, many hours of entertaining reading! Greetings to you, friend, and much love to you! 🙏
You found me out, Chris - I AM a time traveler from the 1940's! 😎 I like 2017 better, though - much better food choices, and people aren't nearly as uptight as they used to be. Plus this whole UA-cam thing - it's crazy!
Dr. SaxLove I saw a movie about a Private Eye in modern times who was like a Private Eye from the 40's, from the way he talked, dressed, and thought. Can't remember the movie title...I just remember a few scenes.
then u know nothing about what is going out now. There are thousands of great musicians out there, way more skilled then average guys from 40s. Besides..this guy does not sound 40s at all.
I had the knowledge of the world at my fingertips, but I sat there in the dark listening to old music with a glass of ice tea pretending it was whiskey. That's when she walked in. My amazon delivery. It was exactly what I needed, a cheap fedora. But there was something not quite right. Chills down my spine told me my instinct felt it too. I took a swig of ice tea to set my nerves right and opened a new tab. A quick search and the first result led me to "10 hours of city rain." I laugh to myself now, but I had such high hopes then. I set out to create a vibe and get some likes and I ended up alone in front of a screen, without the vibes and without the likes.
@@carlosguadron410 Carlos, I was sitting at my desk...taking slow sips of my tea, music echoing throughout my room when it dawned on me. You don't need to create the vibe...you are the vibe. 😎, I'll see you around pal.
“I saw her yesterday, I recognized her but she didn’t recognize me. Or maybe she did and she thought she was seeing a phantom of her past. Or maybe she did and just didn’t care enough to acknowledge me. Either way, can’t blame her for ignoring me. After all, she may have the eyes of an angel... But behind those angel eyes lie a head filled with demons...”
As I opened up youtube to watch the usual videos in my notification, I spilt my coffee and accidentally clicked a link to a youtube video. As I grabbed a towel to clean the mess I noticed the comment section of this video. As soon as I read the first comment I knew there was trouble brewing, or so I thought. I been around a lot of comment sections in my time but nothing have I seen anything like this before. Little did I know, I was going to be on, the ride of my life.
Unfortunately Jazz suffers from the same common problem that any other genre of music and every other art form suffers: most is unbearably bad, but on the blessed rare occasion when it's good, it's oh so wonderful. More than other music categories I think. edit: thanks for this upload. I sure enjoyed it.
"While having my usual evening tea, I found myself staring at the couples passing by my office, full of hope, not a worry in their minds, unaware of the darkness that lures in the city. it's excruciating when you realize that... deep down it's really just flavoured water."
The office was as bleak as a loan shark's office could be, no color or pictures, just the smell of tobacco and a feeling of repressed guilt. He was reclining in his chair, feet on table, gun in plain sight and tobacco in his mouth. An all-seeing eye glinted through his hair, he wasn't an ordinary money counter. That was for damn sure. "I've got a job for you, Mr Harris." he said through the Tobacco. "What? interior decorating?" I asked back, I wasn't in the mood to shake down some punks today. "Nah. I need you to do something a bit more... unusual." he finally looked at me with both eyes, and what he told me shook me to my damn core.
damn man that was a good continuation. He lifted his feet off his, probably thankful, table and said to me "I'm not hearing a no Mr Harris, and I don't really care if you give me a yes. I can get some other sap to do this for me, you were just the first guy in the pages, nothing special. Now tell me, are you gonna find her for me or not?" I looked into his cold, sleazy eyes. On any other day I'd have repeated my previous response but today? It wasn't like clients were rolling into my office nowadays anyway and I needed some money before I ended up on the dole. That taste of greasy sand turned to crude oil as I said "fine, what does she look like?" before spiting on his floor again.
A night as dark as my past. I sit at the bar and drink. The whiskey bottle next to me is like my heart. Cold and empty. Rain taps at the window but is never let in.
Sitting next to my window hearing the Raining at 4AM with matches and lighting them on fire to see the fire dim to the dark night with this music on is a vibe
"They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark on everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger, and it was over."
“There was a blind spot in my head, a bullet-shaped hole where the answers should be. Call it denial. I wanted to dig inside my skull and scrape out the pain.”
They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was over.
Listening to the tracks for the first time again. I learned to appreciate jazz in Boston back in the 60s. It’s like a tattoo in your mind. The tunes are unmistakable. All you need are two or three notes, and the melody wraps your senses like a ‘madreselva’.
The posters!!!! Are you people blind! Do you have any idea how difficult, how utterly hard it is to make posters like this seem so perfectly well.... prefect !!
She came through my door like a velvet hurricane, eyes ablaze and a gun in her hand. I said, "Put that thing away, you're going to hurt my feelings". She said, "Your feelings are the last thing you need to worry about, Doc". That was the moment I fell in love...
"Put that thinG away,...." not 'thinK' Trade you that bit of proofreading for the time with these tunes :- )
Thanks, Clive. I'm appointing you my proofreader! 😀 I created that comment to try to encourage listeners to leave a comment in the style of Film Noir.
Dang, I think I get it! How about “Listen Doc, word on da street is you’ve been spending more time watchin' da babes than da spellin'.”?
Look, Mac, between all night stakeouts and drinking myself to sleep every morning, who has time for proper grammer? Hey, hand me that bottle, will ya?
Doc, if it ain't tha dames, that bottle'll be the end of ya
Several authors making their debut novella in the comments below
That's awesome, isn't it?
So, I sat here, grinding out original stories. Two a week.
Only, I seem to have lost my touch. Maybe they weren't original enough.
Maybe they were too original.
All I know is, they didn't sell.
Aedrim we all got to get started somewhere bro
Hell yes
Yes lmao
Her: BABE PLEASE STOP YOU'RE NOT A 1940S PRIVATE EYE
Me: "Beat it toots, these streets aren't what they used to be"
Those dames just never learn do they?
🤣🙌
I would have liked it but it's at the perfect number of likes so I'm leaving this comment instead of liking
@@ezraromero3949 no one cares
@@aristology6912 you clearly give a shit
"I tried to drown my sorrows in bourbon, but the bastards learned how to swim"
best thing i read in years
Mehdy SERAICHE That is deep man.
I had 5 slugs in me.... 4 bourbon... 1 lead.
Mehdy SERAICHE thats hella deep
Frida Kahlo's quote
“I’m listening to this on a Tuesday. An ordinary Tuesday. The kind of Tuesday that falls between Monday and Wednesday. No matter how you look at it, it’s just Tuesday.
I read this on a Tuesday. I knew Monday was gone; I'd never see her again. But, there is Wednesday. She's weird, but she's there.
Hilarious 😊
Some guys are lucky and get to read comments on Tuesdays. Not me. No, I'm reading comments on a rain and whiskey soaked Thursday night.
Tuesday has a feel… I feel Tuesday
Reading your comment on a tuesday.
"I have two magnums in my desk. One is a .44. I keep it loaded. The other is a bottle. It keeps ME loaded"
Ok, this comment made my day XD
*Mysterious Stranger theme*
Fuck yeah
There a was a third Magnum on the table, to keep my love interests loaded
I love calvin and hobbes
From the moment i saw her outside my office window, i knew she was trouble.
Mainly because my office is on the fifth floor.
Good one, Magic! 😅
Magic ... I put a spell on you and now you're mine.. ;-}
FuzzyWuzzy was a? B A spell? Last time someone said that around me it was a long leged redhead but that was 15 years ago. It all started when she stormed in my office and said if you don't help me i'll put a spell on you. Then I said spell? listen sister the only spell that you are going to put on me is your name......
This is like some Night Vale shit lmfaoo
lol love it!
The amount of smooth in this comment section is too much to bear.
It's a natural by-product of the music, Captain, which, in turn, is a natural by-product of my existence. 😎
Dr. SaxLove you’re a pretty cold cat doc
As are you
Smooth with a capital Smoo honey bunny!
Near frictionless to be sure.
"They say every dog has his day, but I ain't counting on seeing mine anytime soon. I work nights."
Nice one! 👍
That line reminds me of The Sky is falling by Queens of the stone age
This!!!!!!!!!
Ha Ha Ha 🤣
I never realized how much I needed to solve a mystery until now.
🙏
That mystery ain’t gonna solve itself
You didn't. It dragged you in and seduced you, then dumped you out like a used napkin.
_We all do, friend. We all do._
Me too😭😭 in black and white
I wandered into the ice cream parlour, however the evening was wet and a little too cold for frozen treats. I paid no mind and acquired the sweet, cold, and delectable cream. That's when I knew, I had no idea how to write a 1940s noir novel..
Yeah, but the ice was good! yes? ❤️
Fell off my chair laughing
Lies, you did great 🙄
This reminds me of the onenty-one meme
...It got worse... the man at the shop feed me lies, it was frozen yogurt. My heart sank
Perhaps the only youtube video where I can say I came for the music and stayed for the comments
Excellent, Ben. When I posted this video I was really hoping for some good "noir" story comments, and our listeners have not disappointed! Thrilled you're enjoying it, Ben - thanks for checking in. 😎 ~Dr. SaxLove
Yeah i usually finish before i get to the comments, too
Bang Bang Bang
"I had 3 shots in me, one was pfeizer, one was Bourbon and one was a bullet the doc never bothered to fish out of my shoulder. And on a night like this, I was feeling all of them."
Nice one.
(Smoke slowly flys away from the cigarette)
But in the end the clot got me, but the doc would cover it up by calling it sudden death syndrome. It was a perfect crime with nobody legally liable since I was a guinea pig for an experimental drug. Boy what a sucker I was.
“And unless you’ve had a booster, Buster, I’d suggest you keep that face mask up.”
@@georgik1963 can it buddy i get my boosters at Tommy’s diner
I could feel the cold silence fill the room, that kind of silence you get when both parties know why the other is there, but don't want to admit it. I exhaled smoke and she caught my gaze with fiery eyes and said "Here is your cappuccino sir, thank you for visiting starbucks. oh and can you refrain from smoking in here?"
Nice twist at the end there, Tom. I'm chuckling! 😁
Hey thx doc, and thanks for replying. I really respect that. you sir just earned yourself a sub xD
Tom Price That was perfect. A frappuccino would have been epic.
Tom Price goddamnit 😂😂
... heh
"She was exactly the kind of trouble that I was looking for. The kind that would woukd give my life a sense of purpose. The kind that would get me killed."
underrated
I felt that...
Are we all reading these comments in like a 40s noir voice as well?
UFF NICE
@@stevenloeffler1266 LOL! Yes and in black and white!
Listening to this in your room in a stormy night is pure aesthetic.
Well said, Axel, well said. Thanks so much for listening ... I appreciate you! ❤️~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
@@DrSaxLove mater plays a saxophone
Pro Tip: Open 3 Browsers online, play this in one of them, do thunderstorm sounds for 2 hours in another, and then play Street sounds in the third and it’s like your actually there.
Just saw lightning and immediately youtube "noir jazz" 😂
@@sideshw1940 No, Do that & Surround Sound!
The comments on this video are the best thing ever. You guys wins. This is the best comments section in all of youtube
I was sitting at my desk, cigarette between my nicotine-stained fingers, smoke blinding me in one eye, when we walked through my office door like she owned the place. She stopped, put her hands on her hips, looked me over and said, "Are you him?"
I said, "Yeah, I'm him - who are you?"
"I'm Marielys Diane" she said, "Here to change your life."
I thought for a moment. My life could sure use changing. "Sit down" I said. "Make yourself comfortable." So she did, and that was the beginning of the rest of my life.
I casually entered into Dr.SaxLove's office... without knocking (As I always did) to bring his weakly magazine "Girls & Corpses", but to my amazement he gave me that 'I hope you die soon' look and said nothing.
I looked up as she entered my office carrying my favorite magazine, "Girls & Corpses" and as I looked at her I realized something for the very first time - she was incredibly beautiful! I tried to hide my sudden feelings with a scowl - I hoped I hadn't hurt her feelings...
Absolutely. Great writing.
You win my heart
I suddenly have an urge to go to a dirty, run-down diner at 3 am in the pouring rain for stale coffee, bland soup, and to tell the waitress about my problems.
I may have done this once or twice in my day... 😎
But be vague about it at the same time. Like youre trying to describe humanity as a whole within a microcosm 😂
Get ready, because a man in a trench coat and fedora will be joining you across the booth you sit with some interesting details for your case
I know you guys are going for grit, but in my head I'm reading;
"I'm going go annoy a tired waitress,"
"I'm going to sit in the corner and act antisocial,"
"Some neckbeard in a trenchcoat and trilby will sit across from you and ask if you've got a lead on a rare MLP doll,"
...I might write a short screenplay, because it' making me laugh. Thanks for the inspiration!
@Wattbo Good one.
"I was born when she kissed me, I died when she left me, I lived a few weeks while she loved me." - Humphrey Bogart.
Don't Bogart that Humphrey.
Boomer simp 😳😳
@@60ovrsniper20 stfu
@@60ovrsniper20 Ratio
What Bogart movie that was?
"I don't have a detective quote. She took all the words from me."
Nice!
omg hahah
Nice
It give me vibes of detective trying to solve a case in a cafe in a rainy day while smoking cigarette.
"He was trying to buy more sand for his hourglass. I wasn't selling any."
YO that's from Max Payne isn't it ?
@@pragunbhalwall5160 yep, it is. One of the best noir detectives.
Daddy Skil damn i loved that game, we need another... as well as la noire
@@cringlez1096 True but I'm not sure if there's more to be added to max's story, he should remain retired after all the shit he's been through
"They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was all over. The storm seemed to lose its frenzy. The ragged clouds gave way to the stars above."
The bar's name was "Silver Bullet". It flashed a neon sign in the middle of a dirty dark street. This place opened three years ago and immediately became the abode of outcasts, broken and bored men, and some especially immodest women. Blue-collar pilgrims came to the Bullet every evening for a portion of liquid oblivion. The bartender named Chuck served amazingly bad swill, and the working slaves crushed by the tombstone of the day swallowed it, wincing, and asked for more with husky dead voices. Cigarette smoke veiled the room, mixed with a thick hum of voices and the strumming music on the radio. Good place, just dirty enough to be cozy.
I've been to the Silver B many times, always looking for that liquid "bullet" to the brain. It's a dark and ugly place - it matches my mood and my budget. And every now and then I get lucky and find what I'm looking for - sweet oblivion!
Thanks for the short journey to the Silver Bullet. Wish I could go there.
Insert any Tom Waits song here.
That was damn, delightful *tips fedora*
Yes... consider a story about that place....
As a legendary detective, it's so hard to do my job with this music following me everywhere. Anyone know how to tell jazz bands to be quiet during a stakeout？
😎
Between your username and this comment, I'm getting a big Leslie Nielsen vibe. I just want both you and Dr. SaxLove to know, we're all counting on you.
@@garret_thorne I was trying to make some joke about my being a far more serious detective, but as I thought it up I spilled my coffee grounds all over the floor, tripped on nothing, and fell in my kitchen.
I am Inspector Clouseau.
@@Legendary_Detective-Wobbuffet Your Columbo & Mr Bean rolled into one. You'll solve the case perfectly, but you'll trip over the clues doing so.
@@LWolf12 this might be the greatest comment, and description of Inspector Clouseau, I've gotten yet.
As i scrolled through the comments section with the rain pounding against my window, it suddenly dawned on me: I had nothing witty to contribute
You just proved yourself wrong
Oh, I'm sure you can do better than that😉
I lost something once. I lost something I couldn't live without-- my identity.
I found something once, something I can't live without - the love of my life! 😘
Anyway, thanks for the pen.
@@nataliedanovelist7361 no problem hon
Spongebob?
TACO TONY si. hotel?
In my head I’m reading every comment in this comment section with the same exact voice that you’re probably reading with.
A fourty year-old white man yeah
Detective valentine
Max Payne?
@@crazycoot647 same
Nicolas Cage?
Some nights out here in the city ain't pretty. But the worst are those that are silent.
There is a quiet buzz in the world right now. Listen closely! ❤️
Me and my partner spent a night combing the streets of L.Lain '72. Someone said he'd be in a all night movie theater in the not so good part of town at 2 am . we were there alright , but so was the drunk behind us puking his guts up . my partner was half asleep , but even in that state he knew enough to lift his feet an let the flow go past unimpeded. The mug didn't show so when the floor was half dry we shoved off . the cold Grey dawn was trying to break , but it was a real weak try .
You feel like a L.A. detective who has just returned from the war and realizes that the streets he used to know are no longer the same...
you described LA Noire in 29 words
@@OXFOLICIOUS Kinda? That's more about going to war in your youth and then working a beat when you return, only to realize the streets are just as dangerous as any battlefield.
I lived in LA, and did deliveries there at night time. Its nothing like it used to be
that's cole Phillips
@@alinasrat7903 ^cole phelps
It felt like the worst Monday morning. It was actually Thursday, but feelings don't use a calendar.
I poured some coffee, and instantly wished I'd had a cup to put it in.
Maybe it was just going to be one of those days. Maybe not. But then again maybe it was, and that was a risk I was just going to have to take.
I left the house, and lost my wife in the settlement.
Times were hard all round.
Excellent one-liners, Sith. Are you a student of Henny Youngman? 😁 Thanks for taking the time to leave a comment, brother - we appreciate you!
Dr. SaxLove I looked up Henny Youngman, good stuff! I like Steven Wright and Milton Jones.
Your jazz builds a world for me. Thank you for this, I didn't know I needed it.
sith dowell .. then suddenly I thought I was in a Naked Gun movie.
XD
Like a midget at a urinal, I was going to have to stay on my toes.
I'm stealing that. Who did you steal if from?
"-So, honey, what do you think about him?
-He's a man not to be trusted. He didn't look at my legs. I never trust men that don't look at my legs"
😊Nice.
Andres, ZZ Top, Legs song.
Jennifer Jones from "Beat The Devil."
@rickgraham786 great movie. Great.
"1 Hour Jazz Noir"
Video is 49:29
You sit on a throne of lies
You have a flair for drama. Maybe you should try some Noir writing. 😎
@@DrSaxLove You make a valid point, sir. Perhaps I will.
Any proper Noir novels released yet?
My dad absolutely loved this video compilation! I remember him sitting in his leather chair in the living room with his crooked cigarette that he had rolled, with a tot of brandy, just taking the music in. I miss him so much, see you when I'm at the end Dad! Love you ❤❤❤
Im sorry for your loss may God rest his soul rest in peace I hope he's in beter place now
Nice memory!
I came here because I was feeling some Jazz, I didn't expect hundreds of writers to debut like this. If your book does sell, we got to see it first and that's an accomplishment for me.
The elevator ride felt like an eternity, floor upon floor of ascending anxiety, awaiting the inevitable ding of the final destination. As the elevator went to the top I was getting to the bottom of this conspiracy that had rattled me to my very core... who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Why? Would their greed be the motivating factor? Or their desire to rob the chocolate chipped goodness from another? Either way, this elevator would bring me to my answers.
The elevator ride stretched into eternity past every level, I'd been standing in this box for what felt like forever, and I had plenty of time to plan out my arrest of the cookie thief.
It turns out the Elevator was broken, it wasn't actually moving, so I decided to ascend the stairs, which have proven more than once to be my mortal enemy. If every cookie stealing scumbag this city threw at me beat me down, trust stairs to finish me off. When I finally climbed every step to the Olympus that was the corrupt senator "Daddy" Cool's office, it was showtime, and the spotlight was on me.
I steal cookies from the cookie jar because I was born with a silver cookie spoon in my mouth and it's my right and my privilege. Some people can take the cookies, some people can't. My father took cookies, as did his father before him; I'm not going to stop taking cookies out of other people's cookie jar just because some flat-footed, stair-climbing, gumshoe thinks I ought to. I'll be stealing cookies until the day I die and NO ONE WILL EVER STOP ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wait, who are you and what's that in your hand. Don't point that at me! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Dr. SaxLove shoulda got out of the cookie crime picture while you still could, Doc
Story of my life: too many cookies, then none at all. 😎
Cue: Miles Davis-Ascenseur pour l'échafaud - Lift to the Gallows. Better yet, layer it with the second tune on this video. From a trumpet player.
In a touch of cruel irony, Dr. Sax gets a glass of milk every morning before hitting the exercise yard. Just milk.
I hear he's headed to a halfway house, where, if he behaves, they'll let him lick one side of an Oreo once a week.
* Put's out cigarette *
"I was expecting you"
-UA-cam algorithm
🤣🤣 nailed it 💅
xDD
Good one! Xd
_The Don sends his regards_ 💥
"Ooo interesting mister vitor"
This is heavenly music for real
I just realized how much i missed all those years spent not listening to Jazz
Welcome back to jazz, SVS! 😊
"Third week of quarantine, holed up in my office. Supply of scotch is almost gone. Tonight I'll be down to my last cigarette. Soon I'll have to brave the streets to stock up. That stimulus money I got from Uncle Sam will keep me in Dewars and Lucky Strikes for a few more weeks, but then what?
Why, oh why did I get mixed up with that no good dame, Corona?
You will make it! I am sure! 😎
@@DrSaxLove Thanks, friend.
One of the better ones I've come across so far. 👍
Corona, that's a name I haven't heard in years.
Beautiful
It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day...
Boy is actually a girl, girl doesn't want to called a girl, boy wears a skirt, girl has a sex change operation. Wait, this is a script from another movie from a different time. Cheers, Clint!
Clint .... lol!
Clint ...Goodyear?
Hunter Neubauer
No, the worst...
omg............rofl here...........lol
this kind of music makes me feel as if its connected to another life i lived
A sound that resonates with your soul... I can dig it ~Dr.SaxLove
I totally agree, sigh....
Awesome, that's exactly how I feel!!😅
Five years and I still haven't found a noir sax compilation that can match this.
Sometimes you just find what you like and stick with it, thanks for letting that be my music Zoro 🎶🎷🎶
Dr. Saxlove has to be the sexiest name ever.
I can't disagree with you, Pedro.
The saxiest name ever, actually.
Don Byas (google that he's excellent) Called this instrument the "sexaphone"
Your thumbnails sexier
or an off-brand bond villian
It was raining, it's always raining in this city, but the night I first saw her ... the rain was different. The rain brought wind like a bouncer with the voice of a brass section, shoving people indoors instead of kickin' them out. But tonight the rain tapped a high-temp Swing song on my window, no brass, setting the pace for passers-by on the street to get indoors. Except her. She defied the tempo. She cut through the rain with her umbrella like a knife. I could see her red dress hug her curves when she walked across the street, shining like a red beacon through the dark, right to my building's front door. I could tell right then and there that this ol' heart in my chest could still beat like a drum, head over heels in love and in no mood to hide it.
I knew right then and there, this was going to be a hell of a case.
(Aimless detective monologue aside, I love this so much! Thanks for posting it! )
She walked like a goddess, her high heels tapping out a tempo like a too-high drummer in a swing band. As she walked away, she looked back and said, "Next time? There is no next time, mister." That was the last I saw of her...
Thanks for the creative writing, BBB - I appreciate and I appreciate you!
I don't know what I meant a month ago. My guess is she was moving quickly and effortlessly through the rain. Something like that. :/
Nigel Humphreys Well I'm happy it did, also I'm thankful you read it at all :D
THIS IS GREAT
I love this. Thanks for making me smile. :)
This is the most perfect thing ever. We must protect this precious sax playing at all costs.
What a kind and generous thought, Fran. Greetings, gratitude, and much love to you! ~Dr. SaxLove
The only thing better than listening to this is listening to this while also reading all the comments.
Feel like I’m sitting in a office working on a homicide case
Cheap cigar, bottle of cheap whiskey?
@@DrSaxLove and even cheaper coffee for those rough mornings
feel like im about to be the main suspect of said homicide case
James Parker same
Coffee and Cigars
Jazz noir under midnight, very relaxing.
Thanks, Darius - nice hearing from you, brother.
My heart is melting !!! I've always been ABSOLUTELY in love with Noir / 1910-1950s USA - the old billboards and ads, old cars, women wearing dresses and retro gloves and hats, men wearing trench coats or suits, the absolutely stylish and classy hairstyles, this retro jazz music. When I finally move in to my own house I will decorate it like it's 50s.
Very cool, Altair. I totally agree with you, that era was, stylistically, so very unique and interesting and iconic. Thanks for the great comment, and thanks so much for reaching out to me - I appreciate you!
Absolutely - this era was very unique and indeed iconic. It really makes me sad that I did not get to live in that time period to experience it all by myself. I find 50s women to be much more attractive than women nowadays, women back then had real class, were probably more well spoken etc. This whole Noir / 30s-50s thing has become a major fetish for me :) enough of my babbling :)
This great music is very relaxing and uplifting, thank you for uploading this, I really appreciate it :-) I look forward to more videos like this (if that's a possibility)
I'll work on it, Altair - so nice to meet you!
me too
@@Ziomeq57 So there are more of us, eh?
“The dame’s scream hit an octave usually reserved for calling dogs, but it meant I had a case, and the sound of greenbacks slapping across my palm is music to my ears any day. After all, I’m not an opera critic; I’m a private eye.”
"I looked her in the eyes as she asked me once more to help her. I couldn't, not after what happened years ago. The struggle and torment was still fresh on my mind. The horrors and terror that I struggled with every morning when I woke up from a sleepless night with a puddle of cold sweat to accompany me. She shook her head as she left calling me worthless. I told her "For the last time mom I'm not vaccuming grandmas room unless she puts some damn clothes on!""
What I want to know is what happened years ago? And did it involve your naked grandmother? Hmm?
Nah , she gave him a dose of the clap .
makes me want to smoke cigarettes on a roof at 1 pm just staring at the city.
I see what you mean, Coleman. I see in black and white, too. 😎
Only if it's raining. But then, it's always raining in this damn city.
I was thinking 1am.
Don't forget the rain !
Coleman Ouimet don’t forget to put on a trench coat and fedora
"American dream was destroyed in a new york minute"
-Max Payne
VEYSEL OĞLUM
Dreams have a bad habit of turning bad when you're not looking
I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings.
Max are you in Payne? Are you in real Payne Max?
I love the night.
There are no boundaries you can see at night, just walk on forever.
The most perfect late night music.
Thank you, Doctor.
I appreciate the love, Lynn, and I appreciate your taking the time to reach out to me. Much love to you! 🙏
I thought that was the start of a detective monologue
"I lost something once. I lost something I couldn't live without..."
*"MY IDENTITY"*
cavolo e adesso tutto il casino con il comune
She wouldn’t understand me, I often don’t understand myself
Just retrace your steps ahahaha
In the words of spongebob
A man of class, I see?
I can smell the rain, coffee, and cigarettes in the air.
In the distance, I hear an echo of an old mobster saying, “YEAH, SEE?”
Ha! I hear that, too, Nothaut! I'm smiling right now! 😎
Lol every time I read this comment here I can't help but say "YEAH, SEE?" out loud in a super stereotypical mobster voice XD
I always thought they said Yeah say. Lol
That sounds lovely tbh. I'll even take the mobster.
That sounds lovely tbh. I'll even take the mobster.
"Cigarette?"
"No thanks, I don't smoke."
"Of course you do-**lights cigarette**-It's Film Noir!"
[puffs cigarette]
[gazes into the distance]
[flicks cigarette into gutter]
[winks, walks away]
As I stood in the baseball diamond, I wondered why the ball kept getting bigger and bigger...
Then it hit me.
HOLY SHIT
All dressed up...and Noir to go
Hard to believe that no one has used that phrase before this! 😎
No
@@chaiky6556 yes
Wherever I go, the wind follows. And the wind... smells like rain. - Spider-Noir
Hah
Hah
Sometimes I even let matches burn down to my finger tips just to feel something
@@lambsoftheslaughter4432 anything!
Lmao same
11:08 “You came back...” She said, standing in the rain outside her doorstep. I flicked my cigarette onto the wet sidewalk and set off for her again.. And before my foot could take its first step, she asked “but why.. ?” I replied “my heart has Noir else to go”
LMAO
Basic my dear Watson
This is my favorite kind of jazz. I'm sure it's the nostalgia. Plus it's just so darn good.
Thank you Cuyahogawing 🙏
@@DrSaxLove and thank you for sharing it!
Same here. 🎶🎹🎶🎺
It's so darn good. I'm not old enough for it to be nostalgia.
I used to call it "smokey jazz" and "smooth jazz" when describing it to people now i realize all along it was jazz noir. :)
I'm supposed to be writing my book right now but instead, I'm trying to write a comment on youtube. Life goals.
Come to L.La.sweetheart . your goals will get really confused . corner of victory and sunset .
"Like a midget at a urinal, I was going to have to stay on my toes."
Nostromo Get out 💀💀💀
good luck with your book sdskdkas
Kamila, nadal piszesz tę książkę czy komentarze? 🤣😂😁
i feel like a real detective while listening this.............
An excellent compliment, Knight Fury. I appreciate it, man!
*smashes whisky glass* shut it snake eyes! I'm just about to bust this thing wide open!
Lol I dress like one all the time
Nostalgia for a time you've never known, me too.
Listening to this while playing L.A Noire
I was listening to this while walking down a street in the city at night. The rain...this music...perfection!
Awesome, MP - really happy that this music enhanced your night walk in the city. I can just imagine how that must have felt... 😎
This helps with immersion when reading detective novels.
Tracklist:
Harlem Noturne - 0:00
Why Don't You Do Right? - 5:31
Angel Eyes - 9:40
My Funny Valentine - 12:52
Moonlight Serenade - 19:29
Night & Day - 25:29
Waitin' For A Train - 29:48
In A Sentimental Mood - 34:02
Moonlight In Vermont - 39:50
'Round Midnight - 43:36
Thanks, Ice Gem. 🙏
@ice gem ur a legend
Finally
Who is the artist
@@elblekqet Dr Saxlove I think. Could be wrong
Love is dangerous. Like a tiger. With a gun.
Broken hearts are a dime a dozen.
MR. WOODS-PUT THE GUN DOWN!! THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!!!!
...and she knew how to hurt a man. It hurt so bad, like she had kicked my heart in the nuts.
Ouch!!!!
Actually when I try to imagine a tiger with a gun... it makes me smirk хЪ
"Like a midget at a urinal i was going to have to stay on my toes"
Is that from The naked gun?
Like a midget at a urinal... Still laughing, brill
Like a blind man at an orgy, I was going to have to feel my way through.
I couldn't believe it was her. It was like a dream. But there she was, just as I remembered her. That delicately beautiful face. And a body that could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room. And breasts that seemed to say..."Hey! Look at these!" She was the kind of woman who made you want to drop to your knees and thank God you were a man! She reminded me of my mother, all right. No doubt about it.
Oh shit Imma remember this one
Between the .44 in my holster and the flask in my coat pocket, something's gotta get the jazz music and internal monologue out of my head
Wouldn’t it be a .38 special instead of a .44, detective?
The place smelt of late hours and failed auditions, a collection of those who had suffered this bleak city life for much too long, and those who still though it couldn't get worse. Maybe I was exposed, being out in public like this, but I figured most people would only remember a blurry image of me, seeing as they were all looking through the bottom of their glasses, the thick stench of cheap smokes blocking the rest of their senses. I slid quietly to the front of the bar, looking at the man behind it while he polished a glass with a rag that had probably seen more action than him. He looked over with his eyes, but spared the strain of moving his head, trying to ask me what I wanted without having to speak. I gazed along the rows of failed men that sat on either side of me, until I found one that looked particurlary unaware of his surroundings, his body half sloped forwards, looking 3 different shades of green, and a couple grey ones too. I gave the bartender a nod in the man's direction, and asked for what he'd had. A minute later, I was presented with a would-be fancy glass (Had it not been for the nicotine stains on the bottom), half filled with lemon juice and ice, the other with a whiskey that looked like it had spent longer under the counter than I had in bed, and both of us for none of the good reasons. "Well well.", I thought, bracing myself for impact, "Atleast everyone can afford the city's national dish." And with that hint of salt still stuck in my mind, I lifted my first glass that evening, wondering if I would be coming home in a taxi, or over the shoulder of another gangster...
Excellent
Brilliant!!
'Hello Lover.' She whispered to me. Smooth and cold. She was like whiskey on the rocks. I heard a hammer being pulled back. I sighed. Never trust a dame with a rod.
'Is this the part where you kill me?' I ask, and took a sip.
The liquor tasted metallic, like blood.
Her lips found my cheek. She planted a kiss.
'No. I need you to come with me. I messed up.' She pushed the gun harder.
'Well. You've come to the right place.'
I felt a sick smile creeping up my mug.
'Trouble is our business.'
whew! ❤️
That was great!
Bad Taste Covers Masterpiece
Now this one is something else
The comment section is pure gold
Sweet of you to say, David. Much love to you - thanks for the encouragement!
Gold huh? I don't know what is it with all the Gold in my life always getting mixed up with trouble. From the those little gold stripes on her dress, right down to the engravings on her little Walter PPK. It seems it's always the most attractive things in life... that make you want to risk it all. I'm not sure i quite have it in me yet, but...
Guess we're going to have to find out...
that's what I'm talking about hahaha
There are a few doozies.
I would say it's more like "bronze" if you know what I mean
this collection reveals itself very well on a rainy evening , when you just look at the stream of raindrops falling on the asphalt , and at people slowly going about their business . Thank you author
I’ve been searching for months for something like this. “Noir Jazz” is such a specific genre that finding that Goldilocks sound feels impossible, until I found this video. It’s funny because I’ve always described it as “That ‘She walked through the door of my office on a rainy November evening, a rose in one hand and a smoking gun in the other’ kind of jazz.” I look to the comments and that’s exactly what I see. I am home.
Sweet, Jones Jones, and welcome to this space. Lots of awesome comments on this video, many hours of entertaining reading! Greetings to you, friend, and much love to you! 🙏
Yeah a little obscure isn't it? I just typed in "crime jazz music" lol
Actually, I think that's an excellent description of this kind of jazz. It's smoky and a bit melancholy, filled with hope and promise. GREAT stuff.
"There is only one thing that remains constant in this crazy world…The bitter darkness that lies at the bottom of this mug."
Me: looks longingly into the bottom of his empty coffee cup... 😊
Why do I feel like this is an Ace Attorney quote? If it's not, it definitely fits.
So, clean out the Joe pot once in a while willya ?
Dr. Sax Love, are you sure you're not a time traveler from the 1940s? Because I didn't know they still played sax like this today.
You found me out, Chris - I AM a time traveler from the 1940's! 😎 I like 2017 better, though - much better food choices, and people aren't nearly as uptight as they used to be. Plus this whole UA-cam thing - it's crazy!
Dr. SaxLove I saw a movie about a Private Eye in modern times who was like a Private Eye from the 40's, from the way he talked, dressed, and thought. Can't remember the movie title...I just remember a few scenes.
then u know nothing about what is going out now. There are thousands of great musicians out there, way more skilled then average guys from 40s. Besides..this guy does not sound 40s at all.
Also checkout Postmodern Jukebox.
@@-Trauma. im not really a Steve Martin fan but "dead men don't wear plaid" is a good movie...
"I told her I'd give her the world, but she wanted the whole damn universe."
Some dames just can't be fixed
And then some
We need more Jazz Noir in youtube!!
Agreed, Emilio. We'll do more soon.
Agreed, my friend.
Love that album!
I just discovered my love for Jazz and I’m glad I got into it now. I’m going to be playing this for a loooong time 😌
Same
There are many other jazz sub genres, cool jazz is my favorite. If you’re wanting to get into that, I suggest Chet Baker
Me n u both
Not a smoker but these songs make me want a cigarette, wear a trenchcoat, herringbone fedora and walk around town
Same🤣
I did this, minus the trench coat and fedora and opted for a suit and overcoat,
Quite the scene i must say.
Can't relate more
I got the fedora, i got a coat and i got lolly pops. But yeah i want prop cigeretes for fun
Ya need a secretary, see? One with great gams, pins, stilts,,,and she packs her own heater.
Me: *creates an elaborate 1940’s style story about my day while listening to this*
I'll pay money to read it esp. if it actually includes Rodan.
@@ivandovranic5834 that would be so dope
I had the knowledge of the world at my fingertips, but I sat there in the dark listening to old music with a glass of ice tea pretending it was whiskey. That's when she walked in. My amazon delivery. It was exactly what I needed, a cheap fedora. But there was something not quite right. Chills down my spine told me my instinct felt it too. I took a swig of ice tea to set my nerves right and opened a new tab. A quick search and the first result led me to "10 hours of city rain."
I laugh to myself now, but I had such high hopes then. I set out to create a vibe and get some likes and I ended up alone in front of a screen, without the vibes and without the likes.
@@carlosguadron410 Carlos, I was sitting at my desk...taking slow sips of my tea, music echoing throughout my room when it dawned on me. You don't need to create the vibe...you are the vibe. 😎, I'll see you around pal.
@@carlosguadron410 logging into SoundCloud with no posts
“I saw her yesterday, I recognized her but she didn’t recognize me. Or maybe she did and she thought she was seeing a phantom of her past. Or maybe she did and just didn’t care enough to acknowledge me. Either way, can’t blame her for ignoring me. After all, she may have the eyes of an angel...
But behind those angel eyes lie a head filled with demons...”
69 likes...nice
So it's the demons that give bj irl
As I opened up youtube to watch the usual videos in my notification, I spilt my coffee and accidentally clicked a link to a youtube video. As I grabbed a towel to clean the mess I noticed the comment section of this video. As soon as I read the first comment I knew there was trouble brewing, or so I thought. I been around a lot of comment sections in my time but nothing have I seen anything like this before. Little did I know, I was going to be on, the ride of my life.
Nice, Jman - put a smile on my face and I thank you for that. 😊 Much love to you, brother! ❤️ Dr. SaxLove 🙏
Unfortunately Jazz suffers from the same common problem that any other genre of music and every other art form suffers: most is unbearably bad, but on the blessed rare occasion when it's good, it's oh so wonderful. More than other music categories I think.
edit: thanks for this upload. I sure enjoyed it.
I'm glad you enjoyed it and my music broke that mold for you 🎶🎷
"While having my usual evening tea, I found myself staring at the couples passing by my office,
full of hope, not a worry in their minds,
unaware of the darkness that lures in the city.
it's excruciating when you realize that...
deep down it's really just flavoured water."
The office was as bleak as a loan shark's office could be, no color or pictures, just the smell of tobacco and a feeling of repressed guilt. He was reclining in his chair, feet on table, gun in plain sight and tobacco in his mouth. An all-seeing eye glinted through his hair, he wasn't an ordinary money counter. That was for damn sure. "I've got a job for you, Mr Harris." he said through the Tobacco. "What? interior decorating?" I asked back, I wasn't in the mood to shake down some punks today. "Nah. I need you to do something a bit more... unusual." he finally looked at me with both eyes, and what he told me shook me to my damn core.
damn man that was a good continuation.
He lifted his feet off his, probably thankful, table and said to me "I'm not hearing a no Mr Harris, and I don't really care if you give me a yes. I can get some other sap to do this for me, you were just the first guy in the pages, nothing special. Now tell me, are you gonna find her for me or not?" I looked into his cold, sleazy eyes. On any other day I'd have repeated my previous response but today? It wasn't like clients were rolling into my office nowadays anyway and I needed some money before I ended up on the dole. That taste of greasy sand turned to crude oil as I said "fine, what does she look like?" before spiting on his floor again.
I ask this guy a simple request and what does he do? He spits on my floor! Twice for f*cks sake. Jesus, what a loser.
"well? You want me to find this broad or not? what does she look like?"
Tom Price "Touch my peepee" he says.
The soundtrack to the seamy underbelly of my life.
A night as dark as my past. I sit at the bar and drink. The whiskey bottle next to me is like my heart. Cold and empty. Rain taps at the window but is never let in.
"She was pretty, but worn out, like a dictionary in a stupid family."
👌🏿👌🏿
Stupid people are not smart enough to use a dictionary.
lmao😂😂😂
I don't think a stupid family would even bother to use a dictionary, tbh.
I just cringed.
Sitting next to my window hearing the Raining at 4AM with matches and lighting them on fire to see the fire dim to the dark night with this music on is a vibe
Don't you know you shouldn't play with matches? Lol
@@trustyaxe sometimes a man needs to light up a match and let them burn down his finger tips just to feel something, anything...
@@michaeld7945SPIDER-NOIR?????????????????
(‘Tisming out rn)
Just dig this sultry sound. Makes me feel so smooth and cool all over.
"They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark on everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger, and it was over."
Trigger Roy's Horse.
Ah Lady Dimitrescu. Before you slice me to bits. You always we're rocking that 20s through 40s feel
Oh yes, I was looking for this - a Max Payne Reference.
The first and possibly best Max Payne quote ever
Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question.
Wow, I love how all you guys write!
It's impressive, isn't it?
Don't know why? Suddenly I want to write a suspense thriller novel while listening to music.
These is pure gold.
“There was a blind spot in my head, a bullet-shaped hole where the
answers should be. Call it denial. I wanted to dig inside my skull and
scrape out the pain.”
Alisson Silva The game was rigged from the start. Ring a ding, baby.
Wow just wow
They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was over.
He thought it was over, but the changes had just begun. All those souls... they would be avenged!
but is it>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>??????
Max Payne!
Read this in Max's voice.
Damn thanks for the trip down memory lane
"They made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
"Bring us the girl..."
"Wipe away the debt."
find her in columbia in the satue
Brooooo, I love this game
the MOMENT I saw 'bring us the girl' i friggn KNEW it was this quote! astounding game as well
that game fricked up my mind for a while.
The jux of noir and americana... such an amazing contrast! One of my top 5 games of all time
Thanks for this video! I'm writing my book and I hope that it sounds like this sax! Greetings from Brazil.
Very cool, Black Bart .. I'm thrilled this music is working for you! Greetings, gratitude, and much love to you from Ann Arbor! ❤️~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
Conseguiu terminar o livro ???
Listening to the tracks for the first time again. I learned to appreciate jazz in Boston back in the 60s. It’s like a tattoo in your mind. The tunes are unmistakable. All you need are two or three notes, and the melody wraps your senses like a ‘madreselva’.
“I thought she was a thief the way she walked away with my heart
I knew she was one when I realized she also took my wallet.”
"Luckily, i could never forget a pair of legs like her's, and my good friend 45 could never forget the feeling of my finger on the trigger"
Theres nothing better than a good playlist to compliment the tone of the novel youre reading..
The posters!!!!
Are you people blind!
Do you have any idea how difficult, how utterly hard it is to make posters like this seem so perfectly well.... prefect !!