0:11 Tough day, kid? Yeah i know those days, i have had one too many of those that i grew accustomed to it. Its not a good habit to pick up but when days seem long, slow, and dull, we need something to look foward to. good rest is all we need. Maybe a meal and a shower. Hell, a fine dame on lap wouldnt be so bad to take the tireness and stress away. Me? This bottle of bourbon and half a pack of smokes will do. Do not let me stop you from resting and relaxing. Maybe i can offer some words of encouragement or support. We are always at battle with emotions and feelings that swirl into our minds. If you are having a good day, then i hope it turns into a great day. if not, then just for a moment leave all your problems, stress and worries for a few minutes. Let the jazz soothe aches, let the saxophone serenade the pain. Wherever the pain may come from. **raises glass** here is to you for being alive, for not giving up, and to that tired soul that keeps marching on.
It's ten o'clock and our dear private investigator is i a almost relaxing state of mind, he is working on a big murder case and he needs of this smoothy jazz music ambience to get out his best skills as a Private investigator. Good luck Mr investigator!!
@Joe M a woman dressed in a white gown was found dead near the valley. Sounds pretty open and shut but there was something about this one that just felt...different...
@@IntrovertRanger Lieutenant Moore sent me and Sgt. Albinelli to the scene. The pouring rain and the quick moving cars and souls of my humble hometown were just background noise for the case of a lifetime.....
This was more than a simple purse snatch gone wrong. Doesn't even seem like an attempt was even made for money or jewelry. I don't know if I can consider that a blessing when IDing the poor lass, given the unfortunate nature behind our meeting.
@@Ironed-Silverme and Albinelli arrived on the scene to see a sight we've seen hundreds of times before. a poor soul gone too soon in a city that never has mercy for it's citizens.....but did this girl's story become the exception?
@carceusrko I went to a PI school in Texas about 20 years ago. Caught shoplifters before that. You generally hire on with a company and apprentice with a licensed investigator until you build up hours and are licensed yourself. Each state is different.
The rain fell outside, obscuring the filth of the city in a glossy shine. Ice shifted and moved in the whisky, a glass I could've sworn I just poured, the low level of it telling me otherwise. It was a big case. Some out of town dame found dead on a millionaires doorstep. A real pain in the ass. Sleep called to me from the comfort of a dark bedroom, yet the case called louder. I refilled the glass. It was going to be a long night.
It's 8pm on a friday night home alone again. The winter wind is trespassing every room in my home and I'm preoccupied with a glass of jameson on the rocks, only $32.99 for the bottle and it was worth every penny. It's been raining all day so there's an excuse for the time spent here. It's been weeks since the "New Year" began and I'm still coping with the illusion of the poor disguise the phrase wears. What's so new about it? It should just be called, "Another Year". At least than it'd be an honest holiday. That's enough typing for tonight I really should be looking for the end of my glass instead of words to write.
(Mysterious woman appears from the shadows) No Wonder ya still living in this dump on a detective wage Richard... that bottle cost more than most folk earn in a week. Ya said you're gonna give up during the prohibition, I guess you gave up when the government gave up poisoning people.. ya ever crack that case? Sounded like a pretty wild conspiracy dal...
But who was I trying to fool. What I was looking for wasn't going to be found at the bottom of a glass. Or even in the bottle on the table next to me. The booze just helped to dull the pain. The kind of pain a man feels when he knows he's lost the best thing he had going for him. It started like any cheating husband case. The wife full of wrath wanted the proof she needed to take him for every cent he had. Only clue she had for me was a coat check stub from a new club that just opened in a part of town a respectable businessman would never been caught in. A block away I started to hear the beat of the slow jazz. Turning the corner a bright red sign over the stairs leading down drew me in with the simple promise of paradise spelled out in a single word. Elysium. It wasn't hard to guess where the name came from with a Goddess performing on stage. Every instinct I had screamed this dame was trouble. But how could any man resist the voice of an angle and the face of the Devil. I watched from the bar as her eyes sized up the room and every poor fool in it while she sang her sirens call. Looking for her next prey. As she held that final note our eyes locked and I felt a chill run down my spine. I always did have the worst luck.
It's just superb. I'm going to start my own channel with noir-style reviews. Movie reviews. And if you don't mind, I will use your text as well as DamienDrake text in my review.
Kudos for seeing to it that his clock on the wall keeps time over the course of the video. I love details like that. Seen too many ambience videos of sunny sea shores where the same cloud formation sits still in the sky as time passes, and shadows don't move. :)
“Look, let’s get somethin’ straight. I ain’t no hero or guardian angel. If you’re lookin’ for someone to solve all your problems with a flick of the wrist, try that guy with the doves on 83rd. That don’t mean I’m gonna screw you over, either. Ya paid me for a job, and that’s what this is. S’all it needs to be.”
The dinner party was in full swing, of course, it was rather strange that the Bakers were hosting a dinner party since they were usually uptight about maintaining precision with the weather. I tried to relax myself as I sighed and leaned back against my chair, as I delved into an imaginary world of mellow tunes to tune out my life That was, until the waiter called out to me and smiled a bright boyish smile, which no doubt, would make any woman swoon. "Champagne madame?" 'He has a French accent' I thought as I politely declined his offer and asked for tea instead. As I took my first sip and felt the warm blend and concoction of milk and the fresh tea leaves glide down my throat, I couldn't help but think 'Darjeeling tea...' Mr. Baker and I locked our gaze after a few moments, he raised his glass of apple cider as his lips tugged into that soft yet devilish smirk, which was enchanting to be honest. I widen my eyes for a moment as a blush slowly creeps to my cheeks, I glance at Mrs. Baker, cackling away at something one of her parlor friends just said.i look back at Mr. Baker to see him staring at me intently as I try to avoid his gaze. 'He can't know what I've done to his son...' as I looked out the window and glanced at the rain slowly pattering against the glass and sighed to myself. 'This is going to be a long night....'
О далёкой стихотворице . Дождинки стучат по бесчисленным веткам, сбивая остатки последней листвы, какие собой оставляют пометки, ложась на дорожки, мосты и кусты. В груди полукашель и слой никотина и винная сладость в уставшей крови, которые чуть украшают рутину, давно пронизавшую мерзкие дни. Моя погрешимость, моя небезгрешность, моя книгочейная высь на ветру, моя золотистая старозаветность составили то, что величьем зову. И с ним я шагаю к шатру остановки, оставив десяток таких за спиной, пока ещё крепкой под белой толстовкой, хранящей тепло под своей белизной. Кирпичные айсберги в грязных затонах не тают и множатся в этой глуши. Они, как побитые боем вагоны, какие прикрыли собой гаражи. Любимые строчки всплывают в сознаньи. Они до единой все только твои! Среди поэтесс, позабывших призванье, старательский дух сохранила лишь ты!
Ross: hey shuichi saihara. I'm so glad to see you. Welcome to the twenty-sixth class trial and thank you for coming to national pancake day. Can i get you something to drink and eat?💙
'i knew she was trouble as soon as she walking in my office.....she wore the kinda dress that ended marriages and started fires.......what's a guy supposed to do?'
In the sprawling expanse of Los Angeles, the city I called home was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets. Neon signs flickered like broken promises, casting a deceptive glow on the rain-soaked streets below. The city was a seductress, enticing you with the glamour of Hollywood and the glimmer of forbidden desires. Every alley held the promise of danger, every smile carried the weight of deception. Temptations lurked in every corner, wrapped in the scent of expensive perfume and the haze of cigarette smoke. It was a city of dreams, but beneath the surface, it was a nightmare waiting to consume the unsuspecting. The air crackled with an electric charge, a constant reminder that danger was always just around the corner. In this unforgiving urban jungle, the line between savior and sinner blurred, and one wrong step could lead you into a web of lies and deceit. Los Angeles was a siren, singing her song of temptation, luring the lost souls into her depths, where escape seemed impossible, and redemption, a distant dream.
I make scenes here on UA-cam as well. Trying my best to make cool and relaxing ambient videos: But this one is sooo clam. Thank you sooo much for sharing
The comment section is another entity like the lurking wet extremely sophisticated street under the crying dark night lit by the neon lights of cynicism, one that’s shared by strangers. Strangers that have been had the taste few posses nowadays. Cheers to those strangers who we won’t cross paths with🥂
Sitting here enjoying the tunes and imagining being a private eye, when in reality I'm just training some neural networks - is there such a thing as a noir engineer? Better go get some whiskey...
"I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights." - Phillip Marlowe.
I could be a detective. But my heart would break every night for the cold cases. Coming in after someone gets away with it.....its not right. Even if you catch them. It doesnt bring the victims back.... 💙
Here is a bijou noir story of mine. The legend of 'The Golden Assassin' is known to make the citizens of Westminster tremble with shivers down their spine. No sooner the hour and the minute arms of the big ben struck midnight, every fortnight, a death occurred in town. The accused coined himself 'the golden assassin', for he only took to murdering the big shots in town. One day, on the fourteenth of May, eighteen-eighty four, an esteemed professor of Physics named Oxford Brigham was found dead at home. Upon the corpse's head was a card that read, "Dear reader, Know your place, or you shall fall. Yours revengefully, The Golden Assassin." The local police were perplexed and irked by the continual deaths that made the town quiver. The Westminster police could think of no one, but Mr Lincoln Scarborough, a venerated tax collector by profession and a detective by passion. The officer in charge of this case was the narcissistic Mr Dalton Blackwood, who handed the case over to Lincoln Scarborough. He said with a smirk, 'The gold shall dwindle to lead.' The governor (Dalton Blackwood) was chuffed. A fortnight passed, and not a wee bit of information from Scarborough reached Blackwood. At his office, Dalton heard hurried footsteps from below. He began to get cold feet and armed himself with a revolver. The more the footsteps got closer, the eerier the environment got. He began to perceive that his shadow deceived him, too. At the doorstep, to Dalton's delight, it was Lincoln who hurried to the office. Panting heavily, he questioned, 'Dalton, what sentence do you speak to your subordinates when you are piqued?' 'Know your place, or you shall fall.' 'Bloody hell! You are the golden assassin's next target! Peek at that pendulum of yours.' 'How could you be certain, Lincoln?' 'Have you ever seen me fail any case? It's only fifteen minutes till midnight!' The big ben struck twelve, and Dalton began perspiring while facing the shut door. 'This day, in god, I lay my life...' 'Silence, Dalton!' Lincoln intervened to silence Dalton Blackwood. Bangs from the door were finally audible to Dalton. He called out, 'Lincoln, open the door.' Not a single sound did he hear. He turned around, and, to his dismay, Lincoln Scarborough seemed to be absconding from the scene. _You know who the golden assassin was, congratulations._
She had bell bottoms and a snub nose. I gave her a ring, but not on the phone. After last spring she left me alone. When we were kids wed drink out of the hose. Once we used to be so close. Now all i have of her is this sending of prose. And an old picture of her taking a pose faded out in post. Shes dead now, you see. I had wished theyd of buried me. Along with the file. I peek in the cabinets every once in a while. To see if theres a new hit. Just gotta keep out the mit. Trails gone cold.. But for me, the case aint closed...
Grateful that he lit a cigarette. Now I can sit in the darkness with my scotch on the rocks and contemplate the sound of the falling rain while looking at the lights of the city as I think about her. Why she left. Why it didn't work out. But mostly, why she took up with that lousy Winslow character. Maybe it was the money? Am I kidding myself? It's always about the money
You don’t have to say anything and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle you know how to whistle, don’t you Steve? You just put your lips together, and blow.”
Another ambient video, "This one's it." You tell yourself as the music envelopes your lonesome surroundings, "Totally me." With each passing note you play your keyboard like a modern day Mozart, thinking "Notice me!" As the depressing melancholy of the perfectly fitting track continues. Another comment... Another born again philosopher spawned by the comforting sounds of good music. You could of just admired it, kept the moment for yourself, but you can't, no... You couldn't. "Totally me." As you throw another poor tale into the sea of mediocrity.
Poor mannequin, with his height he needs to get more suitable furniture. What if his back is getting tired from the low back of the chair. He probably drinks like this every day and cries, looking at his home and the useless tiny chairs in the center of the room...
Nice pseudo noir but not historically correct. Film noir was 1940s and 50s and the soundtrack should be 50s cool jazz .. This music is too modern current to give off a historical noir effect. Sadly most current Gen Zs would know the difference. I saw another one saying Sherlock Holmes ambience (which should be Victorian era 1880s and they actually had 1950s photography in it. In my opinion the trick to getting the very best ambience is historical consideration. I have seen some amazing ones though on UA-cam that get the visuals and the music/sound effects right to the period. But this one misses the mark for me.
@@ianlowden6168 LOL I''ll pass on this one there are many more noir ambience on UA-cam with historically correct music and graphics. but this one is fine if you want pseudo quasi smooth jazz with a retro atmosphere.
I make scenes here on UA-cam as well. Trying my best to make cool and relaxing ambient videos: But this one is sooo clam. Thank you sooo much for sharing
![The Manhattan Jazz Bar [Jazz Hits, Best of Jazz]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/NzWOmQs1egQ/mqdefault.jpg)
This is the perfect ambience for my next detective novel...
I appreciate how even the clock is actively moving as it should be
0:11
Tough day, kid? Yeah i know those days, i have had one too many of those that i grew accustomed to it. Its not a good habit to pick up but when days seem long, slow, and dull, we need something to look foward to. good rest is all we need. Maybe a meal and a shower. Hell, a fine dame on lap wouldnt be so bad to take the tireness and stress away.
Me? This bottle of bourbon and half a pack of smokes will do.
Do not let me stop you from resting and relaxing. Maybe i can offer some words of encouragement or support. We are always at battle with emotions and feelings that swirl into our minds.
If you are having a good day, then i hope it turns into a great day. if not, then just for a moment leave all your problems, stress and worries for a few minutes. Let the jazz soothe aches, let the saxophone serenade the pain. Wherever the pain may come from.
**raises glass** here is to you for being alive, for not giving up, and to that tired soul that keeps marching on.
bro..
hell yeah
Gay lol
Listening to this while writing my Noir story, I feel like I'm standing there and writing the biography of him
can i get the name or link?
It's ten o'clock and our dear private investigator is i a almost relaxing state of mind, he is working on a big murder case and he needs of this smoothy jazz music ambience to get out his best skills as a Private investigator. Good luck Mr investigator!!
@Joe M a woman dressed in a white gown was found dead near the valley. Sounds pretty open and shut but there was something about this one that just felt...different...
@@IntrovertRanger Lieutenant Moore sent me and Sgt. Albinelli to the scene. The pouring rain and the quick moving cars and souls of my humble hometown were just background noise for the case of a lifetime.....
This was more than a simple purse snatch gone wrong. Doesn't even seem like an attempt was even made for money or jewelry.
I don't know if I can consider that a blessing when IDing the poor lass, given the unfortunate nature behind our meeting.
@@Ironed-Silverme and Albinelli arrived on the scene to see a sight we've seen hundreds of times before. a poor soul gone too soon in a city that never has mercy for it's citizens.....but did this girl's story become the exception?
C r i n g e
I've been a PI for almost 18 years; wish I could work just one file in this era. Bravo for the groove.
how does one go about becoming a PI?
@carceusrko I went to a PI school in Texas about 20 years ago. Caught shoplifters before that. You generally hire on with a company and apprentice with a licensed investigator until you build up hours and are licensed yourself. Each state is different.
@@a1investigations433Fascinating. Thanks for sharing.
@@a1investigations433 Most disturbing/fascinating thing you have seen?
The rain fell outside, obscuring the filth of the city in a glossy shine. Ice shifted and moved in the whisky, a glass I could've sworn I just poured, the low level of it telling me otherwise. It was a big case. Some out of town dame found dead on a millionaires doorstep. A real pain in the ass. Sleep called to me from the comfort of a dark bedroom, yet the case called louder. I refilled the glass. It was going to be a long night.
This is soo good
I actually wouldn't mind knowing how the rest of this story ends
absolutely amazing! keep going on this one please!
I saw your comment and added to it hope you like it!😁
@@lindorplays5900 check out my addition to the story!
amazing this reminds me noir detective batman and evil of shadows(call of duty bo3)
Everything is about Mr. Bruce Wayne for me!
It's 8pm on a friday night home alone again.
The winter wind is trespassing every room in my home and I'm preoccupied with a glass of jameson on the rocks, only $32.99 for the bottle and it was worth every penny.
It's been raining all day so there's an excuse for the time spent here.
It's been weeks since the "New Year" began and I'm still coping with the illusion of the poor disguise the phrase wears.
What's so new about it?
It should just be called, "Another Year".
At least than it'd be an honest holiday.
That's enough typing for tonight I really should be looking for the end of my glass instead of words to write.
(Mysterious woman appears from the shadows) No Wonder ya still living in this dump on a detective wage Richard... that bottle cost more than most folk earn in a week. Ya said you're gonna give up during the prohibition, I guess you gave up when the government gave up poisoning people.. ya ever crack that case? Sounded like a pretty wild conspiracy dal...
But who was I trying to fool. What I was looking for wasn't going to be found at the bottom of a glass. Or even in the bottle on the table next to me.
The booze just helped to dull the pain. The kind of pain a man feels when he knows he's lost the best thing he had going for him.
It started like any cheating husband case. The wife full of wrath wanted the proof she needed to take him for every cent he had.
Only clue she had for me was a coat check stub from a new club that just opened in a part of town a respectable businessman would never been caught in.
A block away I started to hear the beat of the slow jazz. Turning the corner a bright red sign over the stairs leading down drew me in with the simple promise of paradise spelled out in a single word. Elysium.
It wasn't hard to guess where the name came from with a Goddess performing on stage. Every instinct I had screamed this dame was trouble.
But how could any man resist the voice of an angle and the face of the Devil.
I watched from the bar as her eyes sized up the room and every poor fool in it while she sang her sirens call. Looking for her next prey.
As she held that final note our eyes locked and I felt a chill run down my spine. I always did have the worst luck.
It's just superb. I'm going to start my own channel with noir-style reviews. Movie reviews. And if you don't mind, I will use your text as well as DamienDrake text in my review.
Kudos for seeing to it that his clock on the wall keeps time over the course of the video. I love details like that. Seen too many ambience videos of sunny sea shores where the same cloud formation sits still in the sky as time passes, and shadows don't move. :)
Reminds me of my ma and pops apartment in ny in the early 1950’s I can still see them dancing together they were married over 60 years
Listening to this while reading Mr. Mercedes and Billy Summers.
13:50 best song
I'm enjoying an after dinner cigar and cocktail. It's 1940 and the rain is falling in perfect time with the slow smooth jazz...
Great sharing Noir Apartment Ambience 🎹🎹🎹🎹🎹🎹🎹🎹🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
13:50 Wooooow. Somehow reminds me of Dire Straits
Best Noir ambience ive heard, super fkn coozy
I can imagine being in New York City in the luxury listening to this🗽🗽🗽
Огонь, просто огонь. Самое оно для души
By far one of the best Noir videos I've come across. Thank you
love it!!!
Seemed like an open and shut case, woman shot dead in her apartment, boyfriend the easy suspect. But something about this one just felt... Different.
this is sly cooper vibe
Great cozy vibes. Currently reading the Sin City comic books while listening to this mix. It's a perfect fit.
“Look, let’s get somethin’ straight. I ain’t no hero or guardian angel. If you’re lookin’ for someone to solve all your problems with a flick of the wrist, try that guy with the doves on 83rd. That don’t mean I’m gonna screw you over, either. Ya paid me for a job, and that’s what this is. S’all it needs to be.”
sublime
How lovely! I really like this vibe ❤️ Cheers my friend!
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The dinner party was in full swing, of course, it was rather strange that the Bakers were hosting a dinner party since they were usually uptight about maintaining precision with the weather. I tried to relax myself as I sighed and leaned back against my chair, as I delved into an imaginary world of mellow tunes to tune out my life
That was, until the waiter called out to me and smiled a bright boyish smile, which no doubt, would make any woman swoon. "Champagne madame?" 'He has a French accent' I thought as I politely declined his offer and asked for tea instead. As I took my first sip and felt the warm blend and concoction of milk and the fresh tea leaves glide down my throat, I couldn't help but think 'Darjeeling tea...'
Mr. Baker and I locked our gaze after a few moments, he raised his glass of apple cider as his lips tugged into that soft yet devilish smirk, which was enchanting to be honest. I widen my eyes for a moment as a blush slowly creeps to my cheeks, I glance at Mrs. Baker, cackling away at something one of her parlor friends just said.i look back at Mr. Baker to see him staring at me intently as I try to avoid his gaze. 'He can't know what I've done to his son...' as I looked out the window and glanced at the rain slowly pattering against the glass and sighed to myself. 'This is going to be a long night....'
Wait! What happened give us more lol.
Classic femme fatale.
Alone,cigar,drinks and no work diffinition of peace
" You smoke?... Yeah... I really ought to quit, myself... Not tonight though."
*flicks lighter*
You help me sleep every night
Perfect ☕
Another masterpiece that goes straight into my heart 🙏🏻💙
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So good!
Sounds like a Twin Peaks theme ❤❤❤
Actually perfect for tonight Xd
Why do I feel like I've heard this before, sounds so familiar
It’s from Doors Roblox game maybe
sweet and relaxing :)
"Iiiiiiiii lost something once!... I lost something I couldn't live without!... Myyyy iiiiiiidentityyyyy."
Nice
i veeeeeeeery like this scene
Very Twin Peaks-esque
Peaceful ❤
14:00 my fav
Excellent
any movie recommendations with this kind of vibe? i really like la noire, la confidential and limelight city if that helps...thanks!
This sounds like the background instrumentals in the movie 'Sin City'
That's Nick Valentine 100%
О далёкой стихотворице
.
Дождинки стучат по бесчисленным веткам,
сбивая остатки последней листвы,
какие собой оставляют пометки,
ложась на дорожки, мосты и кусты.
В груди полукашель и слой никотина
и винная сладость в уставшей крови,
которые чуть украшают рутину,
давно пронизавшую мерзкие дни.
Моя погрешимость, моя небезгрешность,
моя книгочейная высь на ветру,
моя золотистая старозаветность
составили то, что величьем зову.
И с ним я шагаю к шатру остановки,
оставив десяток таких за спиной,
пока ещё крепкой под белой толстовкой,
хранящей тепло под своей белизной.
Кирпичные айсберги в грязных затонах
не тают и множатся в этой глуши.
Они, как побитые боем вагоны,
какие прикрыли собой гаражи.
Любимые строчки всплывают в сознаньи.
Они до единой все только твои!
Среди поэтесс, позабывших призванье,
старательский дух сохранила лишь ты!
you know that dude is the villan by just watching his mood and baldness
13:50 does anyone know if this track has a name I'm obsessed with it
try playing this video on a different phone and then using Shazam on your own phone to scan the song and see what it is? hope that works !
Shazam says “Alley Thoughts - David Renda”
Ross: hey shuichi saihara. I'm so glad to see you. Welcome to the twenty-sixth class trial and thank you for coming to national pancake day. Can i get you something to drink and eat?💙
Shuichi Saihara: yes sir. I will like to order the mint chocolate chip frappuccino and a bar of dark chocolate please?🕵️♂️
Hello can I get that sound effect in the beginning just without rain?
Yes let’s fucking go this is PERFECT
'i knew she was trouble as soon as she walking in my office.....she wore the kinda dress that ended marriages and started fires.......what's a guy supposed to do?'
"and then that smile, that devilish smile..."
In the sprawling expanse of Los Angeles, the city I called home was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets. Neon signs flickered like broken promises, casting a deceptive glow on the rain-soaked streets below. The city was a seductress, enticing you with the glamour of Hollywood and the glimmer of forbidden desires. Every alley held the promise of danger, every smile carried the weight of deception. Temptations lurked in every corner, wrapped in the scent of expensive perfume and the haze of cigarette smoke. It was a city of dreams, but beneath the surface, it was a nightmare waiting to consume the unsuspecting. The air crackled with an electric charge, a constant reminder that danger was always just around the corner. In this unforgiving urban jungle, the line between savior and sinner blurred, and one wrong step could lead you into a web of lies and deceit. Los Angeles was a siren, singing her song of temptation, luring the lost souls into her depths, where escape seemed impossible, and redemption, a distant dream.
😮Wow!
I make scenes here on UA-cam as well. Trying my best to make cool and relaxing ambient videos:
But this one is sooo clam.
Thank you sooo much for sharing
The comment section is another entity like the lurking wet extremely sophisticated street under the crying dark night lit by the neon lights of cynicism, one that’s shared by strangers. Strangers that have been had the taste few posses nowadays.
Cheers to those strangers who we won’t cross paths with🥂
Sitting here enjoying the tunes and imagining being a private eye, when in reality I'm just training some neural networks - is there such a thing as a noir engineer? Better go get some whiskey...
I do love this, I'm just a little scares of his dangling claw hand 😅 but overall this is lovely. No hate.
This should be 8 hrs
"I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights." - Phillip Marlowe.
La lluvia tiene un patrón como en un compás de 4x4 👺
"good evening 47..."
Which Programm have you used
I could be a detective. But my heart would break every night for the cold cases.
Coming in after someone gets away with it.....its not right. Even if you catch them. It doesnt bring the victims back....
💙
is there a hint Twin Peaks happening here?
Not smooth jazz but goooood
have you made this?
4:29
13:50
🔉🔊🎼🎵🎶
🎷🎹🎺
🥃🚬
🖤❣
Chill On the rocks…
Desearía no ser pobre y estar en mi departamento lujoso mod chill
I tried some scenes by my self
Here is a bijou noir story of mine.
The legend of 'The Golden Assassin' is known to make the citizens of Westminster tremble with shivers down their spine. No sooner the hour and the minute arms of the big ben struck midnight, every fortnight, a death occurred in town. The accused coined himself 'the golden assassin', for he only took to murdering the big shots in town.
One day, on the fourteenth of May, eighteen-eighty four, an esteemed professor of Physics named Oxford Brigham was found dead at home. Upon the corpse's head was a card that read,
"Dear reader,
Know your place, or you shall fall.
Yours revengefully,
The Golden Assassin."
The local police were perplexed and irked by the continual deaths that made the town quiver. The Westminster police could think of no one, but Mr Lincoln Scarborough, a venerated tax collector by profession and a detective by passion.
The officer in charge of this case was the narcissistic Mr Dalton Blackwood, who handed the case over to Lincoln Scarborough. He said with a smirk, 'The gold shall dwindle to lead.' The governor (Dalton Blackwood) was chuffed.
A fortnight passed, and not a wee bit of information from Scarborough reached Blackwood. At his office, Dalton heard hurried footsteps from below. He began to get cold feet and armed himself with a revolver. The more the footsteps got closer, the eerier the environment got. He began to perceive that his shadow deceived him, too. At the doorstep, to Dalton's delight, it was Lincoln who hurried to the office. Panting heavily, he questioned, 'Dalton, what sentence do you speak to your subordinates when you are piqued?'
'Know your place, or you shall fall.'
'Bloody hell! You are the golden assassin's next target! Peek at that pendulum of yours.'
'How could you be certain, Lincoln?'
'Have you ever seen me fail any case? It's only fifteen minutes till midnight!'
The big ben struck twelve, and Dalton began perspiring while facing the shut door.
'This day, in god, I lay my life...'
'Silence, Dalton!' Lincoln intervened to silence Dalton Blackwood.
Bangs from the door were finally audible to Dalton. He called out, 'Lincoln, open the door.' Not a single sound did he hear. He turned around, and, to his dismay, Lincoln Scarborough seemed to be absconding from the scene.
_You know who the golden assassin was, congratulations._
She had bell bottoms and a snub nose.
I gave her a ring, but not on the phone.
After last spring she left me alone.
When we were kids wed drink out of the hose.
Once we used to be so close.
Now all i have of her is this sending of prose.
And an old picture of her taking a pose faded out in post.
Shes dead now, you see.
I had wished theyd of buried me.
Along with the file.
I peek in the cabinets every once in a while.
To see if theres a new hit.
Just gotta keep out the mit.
Trails gone cold..
But for me, the case aint closed...
:D
literally me
Lulu sweet thing
Grateful that he lit a cigarette. Now I can sit in the darkness with my scotch on the rocks and contemplate the sound of the falling rain while looking at the lights of the city as I think about her. Why she left. Why it didn't work out. But mostly, why she took up with that lousy Winslow character. Maybe it was the money? Am I kidding myself? It's always about the money
You don’t have to say anything and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle you know how to whistle, don’t you Steve? You just put your lips together, and blow.”
i got like 6 ads in 20m
Where is the cigarette
*myself
Dames. Amiright?
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*is that supposed to be typewriter noise in the background? rain? popcorn popping? bacon sizzling? it just does NOT WORK*
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Another ambient video, "This one's it." You tell yourself as the music envelopes your lonesome surroundings, "Totally me." With each passing note you play your keyboard like a modern day Mozart, thinking "Notice me!" As the depressing melancholy of the perfectly fitting track continues.
Another comment... Another born again philosopher spawned by the comforting sounds of good music. You could of just admired it, kept the moment for yourself, but you can't, no... You couldn't. "Totally me." As you throw another poor tale into the sea of mediocrity.
Poor mannequin, with his height he needs to get more suitable furniture. What if his back is getting tired from the low back of the chair. He probably drinks like this every day and cries, looking at his home and the useless tiny chairs in the center of the room...
Rain is too loud
You’re too gay
Damn ads ruin the whole experience. I’m never listening to this again
Revanced extended
Nice pseudo noir but not historically correct. Film noir was 1940s and 50s and the soundtrack should be 50s cool jazz .. This music is too modern current to give off a historical noir effect. Sadly most current Gen Zs would know the difference. I saw another one saying Sherlock Holmes ambience (which should be Victorian era 1880s and they actually had 1950s photography in it. In my opinion the trick to getting the very best ambience is historical consideration. I have seen some amazing ones though on UA-cam that get the visuals and the music/sound effects right to the period. But this one misses the mark for me.
Man, you're thinking far too much. Relax, take it easy, and enjoy the ambience!
@@ianlowden6168 LOL I''ll pass on this one there are many more noir ambience on UA-cam with historically correct music and graphics. but this one is fine if you want pseudo quasi smooth jazz with a retro atmosphere.
Wow.
I guess there's always one.
@@SpencerMusicSchool like I said dude. CHILL!
Literally nobody cares
You're all terrible writers
I make scenes here on UA-cam as well. Trying my best to make cool and relaxing ambient videos:
But this one is sooo clam.
Thank you sooo much for sharing