There are a million playlists in the big city. She was just one of them. For three hours and thirty nine minutes she danced with me, and then was gone. I never got her name. She never got mine. Like a dream, broken by dawn's light. There are a million playlists in the big city, but I'll never forget hers.
Excellent image. We can feel the romance, black & white movie, poetry. The fact that you write in the past. First time I read blending a playlist with a woman. Congrats for this one.
It was the saxophone player, it was always the saxophone player. The drums were the rhythm of my pain, the piano told it's story but the saxophone was the crying that I never seemed able to get out. Here, on that stage, he cried for me in a way I never could.
she sat next to me; looking at me as if i was made out of clear glass. her charming, yet fake smile was shown to me; time itself held it’s breath as our eyes met. she didn’t say a word, yet her face told a story. both her and me knew what she meant to this case.
She came in while the band was playing. More curves than a Grand Prix circuit. She glided over to my table. She sat down next to me, gazed at me with crystal eyes, and breathed: "Hello." A whirlwind of memories dizzied my mind. For a moment I did not know what to say.
"You got a light?" She asked, in her smoky voice. It was the sound I'd only heard in my dreams. I knew she had me at that very moment. And I also knew that she'd be my undoing.
It's so impressive how jazz can be interpreted as many in different way. Someone figured himself in a bar on a lonely night, drinking a glass of wine or whiskey. I figured myself just like in this moment, preparing my dinner, with the sunset outside my window and my precious dog napping on the sofa. Jazz is everything you want imagine ❤
In my quiet place I jest. I didn't ask to be here but the spider and I like the the quiet. The spider doesn't think I'm funny, he has bigger thoughts to think. The quiet is, comfortable. There are no lights to hurt, no sounds to intrude. I make a little pantomime with my fingers and the spider watches for a moment, then forgets me.
I grew up with my dad listening to jazz, of course, I didn't appreciate the sound, acoustics, rhythms, melodys until I got older. Now at 55 next month. IDK whether it found me or I found it. The memories Miles Davis,Dizzy Gillespie,Chuck Mangione,yellow jackets,John Coltrane, and so many more, memorizing,yet electricifing, sense hightening,soothing, genuine pieces of art. I'm delighted to find my jazz once again. Like a renewed relationship.
Not really just jazz, but music in general should evoke feelings and thoughts. Music is raw emotion, people just don't realize it and are too used to soulless music that was made just for money, not passion
I was born in 1857 and vividly recall the first dulcimer/kaleidophon duet, released on lazerdisc back in 1935. Now on my way out after 7 wives it's great to rediscover this genre. Thank you UA-cam algo 🙏
The rain slicked the streets like a dirty promise, and as I stepped out of my office, the neon lights of the city reflected in the puddles, casting long shadows that whispered secrets only the night could keep.
Rain is a blessing for a sinner, even God lays his hand on us every now and then. Even if I can't cry anymore, it's nice to know someone is doing it for me.
so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. Matthew 5:45
Loneliness is difficult music is a beautiful way to lose yourself abandon your own thoughts, live through characters you create. When I’m really down I ask God to hold me! ❤❤❤
The sleepy glow of the table lamps. The lonely raindrops against the window. I suppose we can all relate in this place. We're all here waiting for something. Trying to remember, trying to forget. I guess it's all the same. I'm just another shadow in the smoke living life on the rocks, one sip at a time.
I'm in a dark place right now, thinking about all the memories. All the memories I have of the people around me that died. Parents, friends, and pets of course. It's tough, but kind of good also, remembering the good times, the bad times. Gosh there were lots of bad times but there were LOTS of good times too. This music just soothes my soul. And reading you guys, I feel less alone. It's pouring in my heart and it feels weirdly nice. Such a beautiful place. Thank you.
🙂❤ Our loved ones, whether human or pets, will never die as long as we keep them alive in our memories. They live through us everyday with our daily actions and kindness.
The rain never seemed to stop that night. It just kept falling and falling, like ole Loose Lips in the river after the Don caught him. The only thing louder than the rain was the drowning buzz of the neon sign next to me, illuminating the dismal scenery. Then I saw her, a stunning brunette with the surname trouble.
Classical makes you drop your drink and lifts you to the heavens; Jazz sits down with you and pours you a second glass. I love both so much, but it's Jazz I'm married to. In sickness or in health.
I love this. It really takes me back to the days my husband and I were dating. We always had the jazz. ❤ That was 1978-79 . Now, 45 years later, we still have the love and the jazz. Thanks for the memories. I’m going to put this on later tonight and make some new memories. 🌹
Oh you aren't alone. That same time period was when my dad used to take me to The Parisian Room in L.A. all the time to listen to the greats. Miles, Stefan Grapelli, Thelonious Monk, etc. or to Cardiff by the Sea live performances. Or on hazy lazy Sunday afternoons just listening to KKGO the smooth jazz station. Such amazing times! This brings back the same lovely memories.
@@HerrinSchadenfreude … Mercy… I had to close my eyes a minute and picture your beautiful evening. You were very blessed to have a dad like that. It seems like that time period was so much easier. I’m in Louisiana and we have several different genres of jazz in New Orleans . However, there is nothing that can top Miles Davis, Charlie Bird, Thelonious Monk, John Coltrane…I could go on.☺️
LA in 1948. Driving at dusk, letting the sun glance off your windshield, as you head to your favorite watering hole to salve the heartbreak of a lost love. You know it won’t bring her back, but you know it will let you wallow in the pain, the loss, and, ultimately, the honoring of her. She was the one. Maybe somewhere in the next life, if you’re lucky, you cross paths and things will be different. But it was not to be in this life. You’ll always have the memories of what was, but you know that you’ll never have that ever again and it’s a bittersweet feeling: sad that it’s gone but happy that you had it at all….
The bar sign flickered as she walked down the sidwalk into the dark. She was a kiss that a guy like this could never forget, a pleasent dream churning into a nightmare of never having a chance to even see her again.
As a tear rolled down my cheek and onto the concrete floor, I asked myself, how am I going to survive this? I noticed the beautiful luminescent moon...had it been daylight, I would not have been able to stare at the sun the same way. I smiled through my tears as I realized...sometimes you need a little dark to appreciate life.
Wow...these comments are just as jazzy.....the words are as smooth and mellow as the keys on the piano. You can picture yourself in a smoky room full of hats and evening gowns sitting at a table with a glass of wine Falling in love with the saxophone. This is like that❤
I am awfully with you. Jazz can't be dark and the sounds we are listening here aren't dark. Therefor, they are deep... If for him "deep" means "dark". So, i am agree...
The great thing about jazz is it can be anything you want it to be. In my case, this is deep, thoughtful, pensive, reflective and comfortable. Definitely, not dark. But, I'm a positive and surviving kind of soul. For those who find it to be dark, I am so sorry for you. This is wonderful music.
Another rainy night in downtown Chicago, it’d been a hell of a week-some dame came waltzing in my office in distress. A tall drink of water and a gaze that hit me like a glass of whiskey. Sheesh, toots, this town might just do us both in.
I leaned back in my creaky office chair, the soft patter of rain against the window providing a steady rhythm to the chaos unfolding in my mind. Another dame in distress, another case that promised trouble on the horizon. But there was something about her, something that stirred a long-forgotten ache deep within me. "Alright, sweetheart," I said, reaching for the bottle of bourbon nestled in the bottom drawer of my desk. "Let's hear what's got you all worked up." She perched on the edge of my desk, the hem of her dress riding dangerously high as she crossed her legs. "It's my husband," she began, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "He's disappeared, vanished into thin air without a trace." I took a swig of bourbon, letting the fiery liquid burn away the doubts and reservations that threatened to cloud my judgment. "And what makes you think I can help you find him?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my cheek. "Because you're the best in the business, aren't you, detective? The one they call when all other hope is lost." I couldn't help but smirk at her flattery, even as I knew it was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. But there was something about her, something that tugged at the edges of my conscience and refused to let go. "Alright, doll," I said, stubbing out my cigarette in the overflowing ashtray on my desk. "You've got yourself a deal. But let's get one thing straight-I don't come cheap, and I don't play nice with the big shots in this town." She flashed me a smile that was equal parts charm and danger, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Don't worry, detective," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I can be very... persuasive when I want to be." And with that, she rose from my desk, her silhouette a shadow against the backdrop of the rain-soaked city beyond. As she slipped out into the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that this case was going to be trouble, the kind that had a way of sticking to your skin long after the rain had stopped falling. But in a town like Chicago, trouble was just another name for business as usual.....
this is not dark jazz. this is cool jazz. dark jazz is much more like ambient music. The kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble is a good place to start listening to that too. both cool, but different vibes. Edit: also check out Bohren and Der Club Of Gore
Immediately gave me vibes of being an 80s/90s kid with insomnia, stuck awake watching random TV in the middle of the night. So many shows had some bit of this type of jazz somewhere in their score. During a scene, during a closing shot traveling through or around/above the city, the end theme, etc. I miss those nights. World felt simpler as a kid.
In the dimly lit bar, the private investigator nursed his bourbon, the amber liquid swirling in his glass like the tangled threads of his latest case. Smoke curled lazily from his cigarette, mingling with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of ice. Shadows danced across his rugged face, etched with sleepless nights and unanswered questions. His eyes, sharp and distant, fixed on the neon glow outside as he pieced together fragments of a puzzle, the weight of his thoughts heavier than the smoky haze enveloping him. Each sip was a bitter reminder of the elusive truth he sought.
"Life's not all bad, kid. Sure, some days are harder than others, and sometimes it seems like nothing will ever go your way. But sometimes a moment comes along that makes all the other bull you have to go through feel worthwhile. Remember to enjoy that moment when it comes, they're few and far between."
She was worth it since the first time at sight, her elegance outshined her beauty, as her personality screamed life, her heart was unconditional and her overall was a charm of healing, courage, and ambition. She had a thing for a different one, I felt defeated, I felt late, I felt as if I never had a fighting chance. I was full of jealousy and envy, I was feeling sad and desperate, I was feeling like I never had a fighting chance. I went off away recrafting my broken pieces into new ones to replace the wounded, the hurt, the envy, the jealousy, I was recrafting my conscious and so I that would have a fighting chance. I took my time and experienced, I made many accomplishments, I overcame the impossible, I acknowledged my errors and made peace, I had knew without knowing my whole life that I always and forever will have a fighting chance.
I have a drink with a cigar while just reflecting on my life. This music just blends with the drink and cigar. The perfect trio in a life of eternal blues.
In life, if ever I could afford a therapist, it would be music. You, music, you don’t discriminate, nor do you ask too many questions, but yet offer so many solutions. One of them being to just accept it, and to be in the moment. Everything will be alright. It will all work itself out in the end.
Another day, another time, you will realized how much you took for granted by not slowing down for moments at a time. Life moves fast. We dont control whats around us but we can control the moments we choose to sit down, reflect and cherish what has passed, what is now and what will soon take place. You dont need much to be happy...just a positive perception on your life. Find your resolve before what burdens you, consumes you.
This music has opened a door I often walked by. Never a thought to what might lie inside waiting for me to open it. I waited. Listening . Hearing the words softly spoken behind the door. With a trembling heart I cracked open the door. The music filled my soul. Then words flowed softly and sure. It’s the music that stirred me.
Sitting in a dark room with a single dim light on, smoking a cigarette and drinking some whiskey. I tell you loneliness is a hell of a battle. I'm trying not to let it win.
allow Ted to change your perspective: The oversocialized person cannot even experience, without guilt, thoughts or feelings that are contrary to the accepted morality; he cannot think "unclean" thoughts. And socialization is not just a matter of morality; we are socialized to conform to many norms of behavior that do not fall under the heading of morality. Thus the oversocialized person is kept on a psychological leash and spends his life running on rails that society has laid down for him. In many oversocialized people this results in a sense of constraint and powerlessness that can be a severe hardship. We suggest that oversocialization is among the more serious cruelties that human beings inflict on one another. Theodore J. Kaczynski
Beneath the fractured glow of a flickering streetlamp, the rain-drenched pavement shimmered like liquid obsidian, casting long, shadowy reflections of the solitary figures who drifted through the night, lost in the city's melancholy embrace.
Oh man, sold by the first track!! Sitting in the dark with this on my system is bliss 👌 Makes me wanna have a scotch and a smoke while reflecting on the good, the bad, and the ugly of life.
I see myself. Dreams achieved. It’s dark out. I came home from a long night of entertaining guests at my art show. My most prized pieces were revered. My future husband is sound asleep. I’m listening to this in my ears as I take the last piece of cake and brew some tea. The view from my window is as perfect as this moment. I take in this moment because it will last a lifetime.
A cold dark rainy night. She was walking towards me on the same side of street. But something made feel different about her approach. As if she knew me the closer she got to me the more grace filled her walk and sride. The rain and light wind didn't seem to bother her at all. I looked up as we cross paths and to my amazement it was her. Lady of the night full of unique dark beauty. I was to shy and nervous to say anything. She smiled and continued on as if it she had a important date or so. Never seen her again after that night. The city of Long Beach Ca has got its magical moments. Be cautious
This music perfectly captures the reason why i am most productive at night. The warm cozy light of your desk lamp that highlights your busy work station balances the empty dark atmosphere in the room. Noone is awake to judge you, noone is awake to disturb you, its just you, and whatever the hell you're doing up at 11pm. This music isnt just the mood, its the entire VIBE
One day you will stop talking, you will stop thinking... this is when you will hear life speaking; she has been speaking all this time while you were behaving like the deer who thought that the forest was born yesterday. Her words will be so beautiful but an affront to your old age; if only youth could hear her speak...
The Greek's joint was the kind of place where faded dreams and faded broads eventually came together. I know. At one time or another I chased each of them.
Love these background tracks. These songs follow the chord progressions of the 1959 Miles Davis and Bill Evans song Blue and Green on the album "Kind of Blue. Classic late night jazz.
This is better to play on a rainy day, head leaning against the window as you watch the rain kiss the earth and a glass of your prefered liqour as your mind wonders what is, what was and what it will be tomorrow
He walked into the bar, cocked his hat and looked at me. His eyes were the type of deep blue that reminded you of warm water. He was cute … in a sort of Christopher Walken sort of way. But looking at him, I just knew that he would be the kind of trouble I always found myself in …
En CDMX, mientras llueve. Solo me acompaña un vaso de Bourbon barato y los ùltimos cigarros de una gastada cajetilla. Nada tiene sentido pero lo tengo todo. El Sax tenor ambienta mi lúgubre depresión, pero encuentro una luz de infinito placer en mi acompañada soledad.
The loneliness flowed smoothly out of my flared nostrils. As I put my fluted glass down on the curved edge of a creamy white marble bar. All of our dreams ended like a puff of grey smoke. I'm lost without you. No one will fill your shoes or love me like you did. Memories ahhh!! How bitter sweet they are. Tearing my heart apart. While soothing my soul at the same time. I love you still and forever more. Sweet Valentine. ❤
"The desert speaks to me, In this time between when the sunrise so closely resembles the dusk at dawn... Wherein so often I have struggled to sleep, and to not... "
Listening to these notes transports me to a couple of places: a quaint, cozy restaurant in San Francisco close to a pier. Later that week, on a chilly evening in Napa, I was sitting in front of a fireplace, listening to the crackling noises, feeling its warmth and being captivated by that soft, warm glow. At that time I could not believe I was having those experiences, a naive young mind. ening
Let me just say this music takes me back to another time in my youth. The romance noir movies of the 50's and early 60's; it really is a great video and listening experience, especially to those who can relate to earlier times. Love it all.........
I've lived my whole 32 years in small/rural areas. I enjoy this, especially with a cold clear night sky to gaze. Even though this definitely gives a slim reminder of the few trips to bigger cities.
The storm had carved its signature across the land, leaving shattered rooftops and splintered trees in its wake-a violent reminder of nature’s untamed power. Yet, as the skies cleared and the first slivers of sunlight kissed the broken horizon, a peculiar stillness settled, as if the world itself held its breath. From the wreckage, a figure emerged, dust swirling in the golden light around him. Not a hero, nor a savior-just a man with tired eyes and calloused hands, determined to stitch the pieces of this fractured world together, one shingle, one story at a time.
The night. The dark, warm night. The listless rustle of the palm trees. The clock ticking towards three. The whiskey high turning ever so slightly into a throb. The lust for sleep. The night.
This has always been my preferred music of study, while I am in the study mode. Simple and elegant with an orchestration all of its own and original. The younger generation is finally catching on!
Lots of Towns Lots of Faces, Peanut shells and sawdust floors, The walls of sweet aroma of Johnny Walker red. He stops out his last cigarette, plugs into a old worn out from the road Piece of guitar, And notices the warm green eyes staring as his emotions dripping through his fingertips like dew from a blade of grass, when the band stop playing that sad evening song, By the time he left the stage to stop and say hello. She was already gone, Yes Lots of towns Lots of Faces, One thing for sure. Man he could really Play.
"Listen here, in life, if you go out of line, people will bully you back into submission. Don't let them take away your spunk, kid! As you can see the patrons in this bar, they all have their own struggles, just like you do. But unlike those people, you have the mindset required to think outside the box, at least that's my opinion of you after we played that game of Go just an hour ago. Trust me when I say this, you will succeed, even if your rivals say you will fall. Take my words as they are."
“Cold night, wet, dreary, the kind that makes a fella belly up at his favorite haunt with a cup of joe and couple fingers of bourbon. Charlie is tapping at the ivory keys while the brothers blow the brass and play a suite fitting the hole-in-the-wall joint, the kinda tunes where men will stare hard into the wall as they nurse their libations and reflect on lost loves, broken hearts and regrets. Smoke hung like a fog in the dim bar, undisturbed by the ceiling fan and cast in an orange glow, broken only by the blue green neon flashing in the fogged window by the door. No tellin what time it is, and no need for it, not here. You come to Ricky’s to lose yourself, in the hooch, the jazz, and the heartache.”
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There are a million playlists in the big city. She was just one of them. For three hours and thirty nine minutes she danced with me, and then was gone. I never got her name. She never got mine. Like a dream, broken by dawn's light. There are a million playlists in the big city, but I'll never forget hers.
Clever. Nicely done.
I love the fact I can easily imagine this dreamy scenario - Beautiful, well said!👏👍
that was genius
Excellent image.
We can feel the romance, black & white movie, poetry.
The fact that you write in the past.
First time I read blending a playlist with a woman.
Congrats for this one.
nnnnnnnoice👁L 👁
It was the saxophone player, it was always the saxophone player. The drums were the rhythm of my pain, the piano told it's story but the saxophone was the crying that I never seemed able to get out. Here, on that stage, he cried for me in a way I never could.
Superb!
I knew I was in trouble the moment she walked in, all smoke and shadows, with a smile that could charm a devil into confession.
she sat next to me; looking at me as if i was made out of clear glass. her charming, yet fake smile was shown to me; time itself held it’s breath as our eyes met. she didn’t say a word, yet her face told a story. both her and me knew what she meant to this case.
Here's to all of us who read this with Frank Drebin's voice 😊
She came in while the band was playing. More curves than a Grand Prix circuit. She glided over to my table. She sat down next to me, gazed at me with crystal eyes, and breathed: "Hello." A whirlwind of memories dizzied my mind. For a moment I did not know what to say.
I snapped out of my reverie and said: "He'll just froze over "
"You got a light?" She asked, in her smoky voice. It was the sound I'd only heard in my dreams. I knew she had me at that very moment. And I also knew that she'd be my undoing.
It's so impressive how jazz can be interpreted as many in different way. Someone figured himself in a bar on a lonely night, drinking a glass of wine or whiskey. I figured myself just like in this moment, preparing my dinner, with the sunset outside my window and my precious dog napping on the sofa. Jazz is everything you want imagine ❤
And so too is Love,...everything you need it to be in the moment ❤
💜💐
In my quiet place I jest. I didn't ask to be here but the spider and I like the the quiet. The spider doesn't think I'm funny, he has bigger thoughts to think.
The quiet is, comfortable. There are no lights to hurt, no sounds to intrude. I make a little pantomime with my fingers and the spider watches for a moment, then forgets me.
I grew up with my dad listening to jazz, of course, I didn't appreciate the sound, acoustics, rhythms, melodys until I got older. Now at 55 next month. IDK whether it found me or I found it. The memories Miles Davis,Dizzy Gillespie,Chuck Mangione,yellow jackets,John Coltrane, and so many more, memorizing,yet electricifing, sense hightening,soothing, genuine pieces of art. I'm delighted to find my jazz once again. Like a renewed relationship.
Not really just jazz, but music in general should evoke feelings and thoughts. Music is raw emotion, people just don't realize it and are too used to soulless music that was made just for money, not passion
I love how every noir music compilation comment section is exactly like this. Never change
Weirdest wakos ever...have to flock toguether
Say bro, you don’t have to be on here if you don’t like it !
@@victorflores30 I don't think he was complaining
I was born in 1857 and vividly recall the first dulcimer/kaleidophon duet, released on lazerdisc back in 1935. Now on my way out after 7 wives it's great to rediscover this genre. Thank you UA-cam algo 🙏
@@kqxp It's been quite a ride, even though I'm almost 200 f*ckin' years old. Guys like us, we don't get the happy ending.
The rain slicked the streets like a dirty promise, and as I stepped out of my office, the neon lights of the city reflected in the puddles, casting long shadows that whispered secrets only the night could keep.
.....but it didn't keep them worth a damn,
love this
Oh, so we're noirposting now? Okay, fine, I'll give it a shot. I tried to drown my sorrows in booze, but those bastards learned to swim.
Trying to like this more than once. Are there any books that contain writings like these? I would love to read some
@@Purifi3r Could watch Mike Hammer it's fairly close
Rain is a blessing for a sinner, even God lays his hand on us every now and then. Even if I can't cry anymore, it's nice to know someone is doing it for me.
Wow, that was good!
That was beautiful.
straight heat bro, they needa cast you in a detective noir film
Say no to drugs
so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. Matthew 5:45
Beat it toots. These streets ain't what they used to be...
every f'ing noir video...
Was that a Toots Thielemans reference ? 😁
@@Paul.......
Yeah. Some of these comments are pretty annoying. But let people have fun I guess
@@doggycatalan yeah I sound like an old guy with a lawn rn
Literally me... when carrying my snub-nose 38!
Only when i realized tomorrow might not come did i realize the meaning of jazz.
8am..coffee's gone cold. She left a note with her signature red lipstick. "It was fun while it lasted." Mornings just aren't the same anymore.
Meh... good riddance I say
damn
🫠
No happy endings, not for people like us. Not in this town.
So true, unfortunately...
Sunset Boulevard? Chinatown? I refuse to google it. :)
motto at the massage parlour?
Edgerunner?
@@jeffhumphreys2770 Johnny Silverhand, Cyberpunk 2077.
I poured myself a glass of whiskey and now listen to this while thinking about my life. It's perfect.
Scotch, Irish, Canadian, or Bourbon?
@@joeybeargrooves4ever Irish. Kilbeggan
@@patrick-aka-patski I'd have clicked "thumbs up" no matter how you answered!
I was gonna suggest Pappy if it was bourbon
@@frederickglass1583 I love bourbon, too. Just emptied a bottle of Maker's Mark
I've watched thousands of videos on how to cope with loneliness and other issues, but none of them have helped as much as this playlist.
Exactly❤
Loneliness is difficult music is a beautiful way to lose yourself abandon your own thoughts, live through characters you create. When I’m really down I ask God to hold me! ❤❤❤
You ain't alone we all feel alone brother
Came for the music, stayed for the comments!
the best comments I have ever read anywhere are here
U must be gay and male
Stupid @@Stew-sm9bs
The sleepy glow of the table lamps. The lonely raindrops against the window. I suppose we can all relate in this place. We're all here waiting for something. Trying to remember, trying to forget. I guess it's all the same. I'm just another shadow in the smoke living life on the rocks, one sip at a time.
"It's a tough town, kid... We all have our demons to fight... Sometimes we beat, em.... Too often, they beat us...."
damn my mind went wild on those words... I want to draw that scene
YIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I heavily relate to this!
Is that from a movie?
which one?
The neighbors. The neighbors inside is a tougher neighbors better say away from it, and all the while u just cant without any sorts of distraction.
I'm in a dark place right now, thinking about all the memories.
All the memories I have of the people around me that died.
Parents, friends, and pets of course.
It's tough, but kind of good also, remembering the good times, the bad times.
Gosh there were lots of bad times but there were LOTS of good times too.
This music just soothes my soul. And reading you guys, I feel less alone.
It's pouring in my heart and it feels weirdly nice.
Such a beautiful place.
Thank you.
🙂❤
Our loved ones, whether human or pets, will never die as long as we keep them alive in our memories. They live through us everyday with our daily actions and kindness.
Geez I'm trying to relax bro (jk) Great comment btw
This is probably the best comment section I've came so far, reading all this comments was wonderful and amazing 😍🍷while the jazz plays, perfect
The rain never seemed to stop that night. It just kept falling and falling, like ole Loose Lips in the river after the Don caught him. The only thing louder than the rain was the drowning buzz of the neon sign next to me, illuminating the dismal scenery. Then I saw her, a stunning brunette with the surname trouble.
Chef’s kiss!
I LOVE THESE COMMENTS LMAO, I FEEL LIKE I JUST WALKED INTO AN ACTUAL BAR FROM BACK THEN (I'm the excited time traveler)
😂 ikr
The Internet at its best😂😂😂
fairly corny as far as youtube comments go...
@@geoffrey6000 mb chief
LOL YES but really
Classical makes you drop your drink and lifts you to the heavens;
Jazz sits down with you and pours you a second glass.
I love both so much, but it's Jazz I'm married to. In sickness or in health.
Spoken like a true aficionado....🚬
Oh yes…I couldn’t have said it better “🫡salute.” Nothing reminds the soul like some good jazz and a little time.
I love this comment.
Wowsers!
Someone failed to inform Mussorgsky of this fact. He just kept pouring...
I love this. It really takes me back to the days my husband and I were dating. We always had the jazz. ❤ That was 1978-79 . Now, 45 years later, we still have the love and the jazz. Thanks for the memories. I’m going to put this on later tonight and make some new memories. 🌹
Forget it jake its Chinatown
Oh you aren't alone. That same time period was when my dad used to take me to The Parisian Room in L.A. all the time to listen to the greats. Miles, Stefan Grapelli, Thelonious Monk, etc. or to Cardiff by the Sea live performances. Or on hazy lazy Sunday afternoons just listening to KKGO the smooth jazz station. Such amazing times! This brings back the same lovely memories.
@@HerrinSchadenfreude … Mercy… I had to close my eyes a minute and picture your beautiful evening. You were very blessed to have a dad like that. It seems like that time period was so much easier. I’m in Louisiana and we have several different genres of jazz in New Orleans . However, there is nothing that can top Miles Davis, Charlie Bird, Thelonious Monk, John Coltrane…I could go on.☺️
Cheers to that 🥂
Sharing your love made me smile. I hope you made some new memories. ❤
wow. this reminds me of the memory i never had.
Find someone and make e great memories now.
Because you are that man.... that wasn't there
Thinking of my late mother. She taught me how to play the guitar. So I'm sitting here on a cold Winter's night.... strumming along.
LA in 1948. Driving at dusk, letting the sun glance off your windshield, as you head to your favorite watering hole to salve the heartbreak of a lost love. You know it won’t bring her back, but you know it will let you wallow in the pain, the loss, and, ultimately, the honoring of her. She was the one. Maybe somewhere in the next life, if you’re lucky, you cross paths and things will be different. But it was not to be in this life. You’ll always have the memories of what was, but you know that you’ll never have that ever again and it’s a bittersweet feeling: sad that it’s gone but happy that you had it at all….
Actually, it was O.C. in '85, but whatever...
... Timeless is just that.
When LA was bett-...well, not quite as crappy as it is today.
Damn
You'll find another.....I did..!!...
@@ianrowlandian9657 It won´t be the same .... not for me !!
The bar sign flickered as she walked down the sidwalk into the dark. She was a kiss that a guy like this could never forget, a pleasent dream churning into a nightmare of never having a chance to even see her again.
As a tear rolled down my cheek and onto the concrete floor, I asked myself, how am I going to survive this? I noticed the beautiful luminescent moon...had it been daylight, I would not have been able to stare at the sun the same way. I smiled through my tears as I realized...sometimes you need a little dark to appreciate life.
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I knew the dame was trouble the first time I saw her outside my window, especially since my office is on the fifth floor.
That's too funny!!
Almost spit on my monitor!
Laughed out loud! You made my day!!!!! Thank you
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Smoother than silk. darker than my coffee. Cheers
Reading this realized me I havent got my daily coffee intake. Ty
Wow...these comments are just as jazzy.....the words are as smooth and mellow as the keys on the piano. You can picture yourself in a smoky room full of hats and evening gowns sitting at a table with a glass of wine Falling in love with the saxophone. This is like that❤
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Thank you for beautiful music!! I love Lounge Music Channel!!
just me African American.
Am late 74.
love you as a human
This city, there's no other like it. Used to be a place where I thought all my dreams would come true, but instead, all I found were nightmares.
Sounds like my typical late night smooth jazz radio sessions at midnight during the 1990s❤
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U must both be gay and male
That is not dark jazz..that is very light, love and peacefull jazz...jazz couldn't be dark...thank you for posting it 🙏🎵😮❤️
I am awfully with you. Jazz can't be dark and the sounds we are listening here aren't dark. Therefor, they are deep... If for him "deep" means "dark". So, i am agree...
If you don't think jazz can be dark, listen to The Night by Morphine.
The great thing about jazz is it can be anything you want it to be.
In my case, this is deep, thoughtful, pensive, reflective and comfortable. Definitely, not dark. But, I'm a positive and surviving kind of soul.
For those who find it to be dark, I am so sorry for you.
This is wonderful music.
It doesn't exist! Even Ornette Coleman Double Quartet or Pat Metheny Song X is not consider dark jazz
@@elgatofelix8917 ok sorry..I mean instrumental jazz...but of course there are some exceptions
Another rainy night in downtown Chicago, it’d been a hell of a week-some dame came waltzing in my office in distress. A tall drink of water and a gaze that hit me like a glass of whiskey. Sheesh, toots, this town might just do us both in.
I leaned back in my creaky office chair, the soft patter of rain against the window providing a steady rhythm to the chaos unfolding in my mind. Another dame in distress, another case that promised trouble on the horizon. But there was something about her, something that stirred a long-forgotten ache deep within me.
"Alright, sweetheart," I said, reaching for the bottle of bourbon nestled in the bottom drawer of my desk. "Let's hear what's got you all worked up."
She perched on the edge of my desk, the hem of her dress riding dangerously high as she crossed her legs. "It's my husband," she began, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "He's disappeared, vanished into thin air without a trace."
I took a swig of bourbon, letting the fiery liquid burn away the doubts and reservations that threatened to cloud my judgment. "And what makes you think I can help you find him?"
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my cheek. "Because you're the best in the business, aren't you, detective? The one they call when all other hope is lost."
I couldn't help but smirk at her flattery, even as I knew it was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. But there was something about her, something that tugged at the edges of my conscience and refused to let go.
"Alright, doll," I said, stubbing out my cigarette in the overflowing ashtray on my desk. "You've got yourself a deal. But let's get one thing straight-I don't come cheap, and I don't play nice with the big shots in this town."
She flashed me a smile that was equal parts charm and danger, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Don't worry, detective," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I can be very... persuasive when I want to be."
And with that, she rose from my desk, her silhouette a shadow against the backdrop of the rain-soaked city beyond. As she slipped out into the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that this case was going to be trouble, the kind that had a way of sticking to your skin long after the rain had stopped falling. But in a town like Chicago, trouble was just another name for business as usual.....
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Life never took a turn, doll. This was always where it was headed.
now THIS is the jazz ive been looking for i love all jazz but dark jazz just takes me to that place
Amen 🙏🏾
And I will meet you there.
this is not dark jazz. this is cool jazz. dark jazz is much more like ambient music. The kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble is a good place to start listening to that too. both cool, but different vibes.
Edit: also check out Bohren and Der Club Of Gore
I love this music. It’s an “end of the day” type of music. The bar is sparse. Reflections are in full effect and the bourbon is supreme…
That right heh, everytime I watching a detective movie and I wonder where i can find the kind of Jazz like this.
Immediately gave me vibes of being an 80s/90s kid with insomnia, stuck awake watching random TV in the middle of the night. So many shows had some bit of this type of jazz somewhere in their score. During a scene, during a closing shot traveling through or around/above the city, the end theme, etc. I miss those nights. World felt simpler as a kid.
In the dimly lit bar, the private investigator nursed his bourbon, the amber liquid swirling in his glass like the tangled threads of his latest case. Smoke curled lazily from his cigarette, mingling with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of ice. Shadows danced across his rugged face, etched with sleepless nights and unanswered questions. His eyes, sharp and distant, fixed on the neon glow outside as he pieced together fragments of a puzzle, the weight of his thoughts heavier than the smoky haze enveloping him. Each sip was a bitter reminder of the elusive truth he sought.
I can totally visualize it. Great writing.
Very good 👍
Yes, it was quite good...😞
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I love it. I could totally see that scene in my mind as I read.
this is the perfect mix between melancholy and relaxation and brings a strange calm to my soul, great playlist
"Life's not all bad, kid. Sure, some days are harder than others, and sometimes it seems like nothing will ever go your way. But sometimes a moment comes along that makes all the other bull you have to go through feel worthwhile. Remember to enjoy that moment when it comes, they're few and far between."
Don't talk to kids
@@alextheaxehammer6921 lmfao
An era lost in time so many of us yearn to return too! If anyone finds it, please let me know!
Even younger people are beginning to enjoy this kind of music...Look how many jazz festivals are coming on the scene...
Nemo’s Dreamscapes is another channel that plays old, nostalgic music, mostly from the 30’s and 40’s.
We know how to...but then we quited drugs
She was worth it since the first time at sight, her elegance outshined her beauty, as her personality screamed life, her heart was unconditional and her overall was a charm of healing, courage, and ambition. She had a thing for a different one, I felt defeated, I felt late, I felt as if I never had a fighting chance. I was full of jealousy and envy, I was feeling sad and desperate, I was feeling like I never had a fighting chance. I went off away recrafting my broken pieces into new ones to replace the wounded, the hurt, the envy, the jealousy, I was recrafting my conscious and so I that would have a fighting chance. I took my time and experienced, I made many accomplishments, I overcame the impossible, I acknowledged my errors and made peace, I had knew without knowing my whole life that I always and forever will have a fighting chance.
I have a drink with a cigar while just reflecting on my life. This music just blends with the drink and cigar. The perfect trio in a life of eternal blues.
In life, if ever I could afford a therapist, it would be music. You, music, you don’t discriminate, nor do you ask too many questions, but yet offer so many solutions. One of them being to just accept it, and to be in the moment. Everything will be alright. It will all work itself out in the end.
Another day, another time, you will realized how much you took for granted by not slowing down for moments at a time.
Life moves fast. We dont control whats around us but we can control the moments we choose to sit down, reflect and cherish what has passed, what is now and what will soon take place.
You dont need much to be happy...just a positive perception on your life.
Find your resolve before what burdens you, consumes you.
printed, laminated and framed in the hallway...thank you so much
3 hours in a fancy restaurant dating a beautiful classy woman. That's how it feels listening to this great jazz compilation.
Only if the man is also handsome & classy. 😎
But then you discover that not only does she have hair sticking out of her nose but her weenie is bigger than yours.
That´s true! But belongs this music not more the time thereafter?
And after 3 hours, she friendzoned you. Again.
@@rfinck449Tough luck, I guess.
These playlists made me realize that the combination of trumpet and piano brings me to a whole new level of inner thoughts
This music has opened a door I often walked by. Never a thought to what might lie inside waiting for me to open it.
I waited. Listening . Hearing the words softly spoken behind the door. With a trembling heart I cracked open the door.
The music filled my soul. Then words flowed softly and sure.
It’s the music that stirred me.
My grandfather played trumpet with a mute like this. Memories and memories i wish i made
Makes you want to drive the streets at night, playing this music and quoting Jack Kerouac .;-)
Alas.. i find the silence in you after escaping a world so loud... sing to my heart without words and i will understand your soul..
Sitting in a dark room with a single dim light on, smoking a cigarette and drinking some whiskey. I tell you loneliness is a hell of a battle. I'm trying not to let it win.
allow Ted to change your perspective:
The oversocialized person cannot even experience, without guilt, thoughts or feelings that are contrary to the accepted morality; he cannot think "unclean" thoughts. And socialization is not just a matter of morality; we are socialized to conform to many norms of behavior that do not fall under the heading of morality. Thus the oversocialized person is kept on a psychological leash and spends his life running on rails that society has laid down for him. In many oversocialized people this results in a sense of constraint and powerlessness that can be a severe hardship. We suggest that oversocialization is among the more serious cruelties that human beings inflict on one another.
Theodore J. Kaczynski
It sounds like you're feeding it, not resisting it.
You're quoting a psychopath?
@@an0therdimensi0n99Lol
Unibomber dropping some knowledge
Once the Jazz is on, it's too late son, you're already chained to the devil in disguise, all you can do is stay still and be charmed
Noir jazz is a class all its own. Brings such peace to my soul.
Darling, a bad night like yours ain't nothing special 'round here. Hate to say it, we just call it tuesday.
Beneath the fractured glow of a flickering streetlamp, the rain-drenched pavement shimmered like liquid obsidian, casting long, shadowy reflections of the solitary figures who drifted through the night, lost in the city's melancholy embrace.
i look out into the city scape after a long day of work, i take my almost empty flask and take a sip. i need to refill on my way to Barbra's...
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This is not dark jazz... this is beautiful jazz
Right? How somebody classify it as dark, Everybody talks about the circus in their own experience
Dark and beautiful, it's like late evening music ~!
In my house there is only melancholy and emptiness without your presence. And what I feel in my chest, my dear, is an immense and cruel loneliness.
If you listen to that kind of music, I appreciate your musical taste
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Did not know what Dark Jazz was...un.til...just got smacked into some nostalgia.
Oh man, sold by the first track!! Sitting in the dark with this on my system is bliss 👌
Makes me wanna have a scotch and a smoke while reflecting on the good, the bad, and the ugly of life.
Perfectty said. 👍
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I don't know a more beautiful sound than a muted jazz trumpet ♥
Bro, that hitted instantly in my soul! Calmed me down and set me a mood of contemplation. This is high soul food quality.
I see myself. Dreams achieved. It’s dark out. I came home from a long night of entertaining guests at my art show. My most prized pieces were revered. My future husband is sound asleep. I’m listening to this in my ears as I take the last piece of cake and brew some tea. The view from my window is as perfect as this moment. I take in this moment because it will last a lifetime.
A cold dark rainy night. She was walking towards me on the same side of street. But something made feel different about her approach. As if she knew me the closer she got to me the more grace filled her walk and sride. The rain and light wind didn't seem to bother her at all. I looked up as we cross paths and to my amazement it was her. Lady of the night full of unique dark beauty. I was to shy and nervous to say anything. She smiled and continued on as if it she had a important date or so. Never seen her again after that night. The city of Long Beach Ca has got its magical moments. Be cautious
Did you ask if she would rizzle your diddler?
Hey Mr Moon Bravo that was beautiful
This music perfectly captures the reason why i am most productive at night. The warm cozy light of your desk lamp that highlights your busy work station balances the empty dark atmosphere in the room. Noone is awake to judge you, noone is awake to disturb you, its just you, and whatever the hell you're doing up at 11pm.
This music isnt just the mood, its the entire VIBE
One day you will stop talking, you will stop thinking... this is when you will hear life speaking; she has been speaking all this time while you were behaving like the deer who thought that the forest was born yesterday. Her words will be so beautiful but an affront to your old age; if only youth could hear her speak...
Beautiful.. where is this from
Wowzers ❤
It seems the message was meant for me....
Sorry guys, I was stoned after a really loooong time and decided to listen to jazz.. It's not from anywhere, idk how i came up with this.. but cool.
@@bbdamur17 words from universe
Listening to this while making breakfast- feels like my life has its own soundtrack.
"Making breakfast...", that's what I call it, too...
The Greek's joint was the kind of place where faded dreams and faded broads eventually came together. I know. At one time or another I chased each of them.
Love these background tracks. These songs follow the chord progressions of the 1959 Miles Davis and Bill Evans song Blue and Green on the album "Kind of Blue. Classic late night jazz.
Miles ahead ❤
Great album. Nice reference.
This is better to play on a rainy day, head leaning against the window as you watch the rain kiss the earth and a glass of your prefered liqour as your mind wonders what is, what was and what it will be tomorrow
He walked into the bar, cocked his hat and looked at me. His eyes were the type of deep blue that reminded you of warm water. He was cute … in a sort of Christopher Walken sort of way. But looking at him, I just knew that he would be the kind of trouble I always found myself in …
I love this music. Thank you for being here.
Light a joint to this 😊😊😊
I 2nd this comment!! 😊
En CDMX, mientras llueve. Solo me acompaña un vaso de Bourbon barato y los ùltimos cigarros de una gastada cajetilla. Nada tiene sentido pero lo tengo todo. El Sax tenor ambienta mi lúgubre depresión, pero encuentro una luz de infinito placer en mi acompañada soledad.
I find it uplifting not "depression" filled
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Yeah that's me.
Beat it, toots 🚬
So you fancy yourself a comedian eh? 🥸
Somebody asked me once what kind of jazz I liked. I said three o’clock, cry in your beer, break your heart kind of jazz
yup.. i hear yah...
Jazz music helps me with my writing and painting
Also, it surprises me that there is no movie like John Wick, but it is a cat owner who avenges the death of their beloved cat.
The loneliness flowed smoothly out of my flared nostrils. As I put my fluted glass down on the curved edge of a creamy white marble bar. All of our dreams ended like a puff of grey smoke. I'm lost without you. No one will fill your shoes or love me like you did. Memories ahhh!! How bitter sweet they are. Tearing my heart apart. While soothing my soul at the same time. I love you still and forever more. Sweet Valentine. ❤
"The desert speaks to me,
In this time between
when the sunrise so closely resembles the dusk at dawn...
Wherein so often I have struggled to sleep,
and to not... "
Jazz so smooth it could tame a velociraptor.😎
^This.
Jazz be the kind of music ahead of its time, it ain't never bound to go extinct.
When a Velociraptor is only as tall as the hip height of a 5'3 person.... They not so big. They pack a punch as a group lol
I listened to this and now I'm tamed, no more rage
Listening to these notes transports me to a couple of places: a quaint, cozy restaurant in San Francisco close to a pier. Later that week, on a chilly evening in Napa, I was sitting in front of a fireplace, listening to the crackling noises, feeling its warmth and being captivated by that soft, warm glow. At that time I could not believe I was having those experiences, a naive young mind.
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Let me just say this music takes me back to another time in my youth. The romance noir movies of the 50's and early 60's; it really is a great video and listening experience, especially to those who can relate to earlier times. Love it all.........
I've lived my whole 32 years in small/rural areas. I enjoy this, especially with a cold clear night sky to gaze. Even though this definitely gives a slim reminder of the few trips to bigger cities.
Thank you for bringing back Dark jazz/ Noir again to our life we need it ! kindly keep them coming ❤
The storm had carved its signature across the land, leaving shattered rooftops and splintered trees in its wake-a violent reminder of nature’s untamed power. Yet, as the skies cleared and the first slivers of sunlight kissed the broken horizon, a peculiar stillness settled, as if the world itself held its breath. From the wreckage, a figure emerged, dust swirling in the golden light around him. Not a hero, nor a savior-just a man with tired eyes and calloused hands, determined to stitch the pieces of this fractured world together, one shingle, one story at a time.
The night. The dark, warm night. The listless rustle of the palm trees. The clock ticking towards three. The whiskey high turning ever so slightly into a throb. The lust for sleep. The night.
This has always been my preferred music of study, while I am in the study mode. Simple and elegant with an orchestration all of its own and original. The younger generation is finally catching on!
Господи, какой же это кайф!!! Спасибо добрый человек, всего тебе хорошего!! 💓💞
Спокойной ночи - крепыши, виски вместо молока, сигару и любимую женщину! Покой и нега!
when she smile in the bar , and start converstation with me. like a hollow night turn to charm full of starts ✨✨
These streets ain't made for everyone, that's why I went home , poured me a class of rotgut and listened to this music.
Lots of Towns Lots of Faces, Peanut shells and sawdust floors, The walls of sweet aroma of Johnny Walker red. He stops out his last cigarette, plugs into a old worn out from the road Piece of guitar, And notices the warm green eyes staring as his emotions dripping through his fingertips like dew from a blade of grass, when the band stop playing that sad evening song, By the time he left the stage to stop and say hello. She was already gone, Yes Lots of towns Lots of Faces, One thing for sure. Man he could really Play.
"Life ain't easy son. It mocks ya, it hurts ya, but guess what? as long as you keep fighting for it, it won't beat ya and you won't lose.'
get knocked dow,n we get up and stand tall.. the sun comes up again...
Only been lookin' for this my whole life.
"Listen here, in life, if you go out of line, people will bully you back into submission. Don't let them take away your spunk, kid! As you can see the patrons in this bar, they all have their own struggles, just like you do. But unlike those people, you have the mindset required to think outside the box, at least that's my opinion of you after we played that game of Go just an hour ago. Trust me when I say this, you will succeed, even if your rivals say you will fall. Take my words as they are."
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Kid, life doesn't get easier. You just get stronger.
Love this! It is exactly why I subscribed! Thank you!🙏
The start of 2:40 is the type of music I need more of in my life
“Cold night, wet, dreary, the kind that makes a fella belly up at his favorite haunt with a cup of joe and couple fingers of bourbon. Charlie is tapping at the ivory keys while the brothers blow the brass and play a suite fitting the hole-in-the-wall joint, the kinda tunes where men will stare hard into the wall as they nurse their libations and reflect on lost loves, broken hearts and regrets.
Smoke hung like a fog in the dim bar, undisturbed by the ceiling fan and cast in an orange glow, broken only by the blue green neon flashing in the fogged window by the door. No tellin what time it is, and no need for it, not here. You come to Ricky’s to lose yourself, in the hooch, the jazz, and the heartache.”
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