I've been a professional and private bartender here in Los Angeles for 40 years. This music is how I feel when I'm working late at night in Hollywood. If there's ever a place to gain experience and knowledge gathering intel while preparing a well-made cocktail for various guests from all over the world, it's right here in the biggest small town in America.
@@ghostdelay6770 I always try and create the right energy for that light to always shine. Cheers from Los Angeles ⭐ Btw, I love Australian TV Shows and Movies (-:
The measured beat of my footsteps echoed in the underpass, in time with the legato rhythm of the falling rain. Thoughts of her drifted through my mind as they wafted along, with the exhaled smoke from my cigarette, into the darkness of the shadowed night . . . . .
Names of old acquaintances formed and dissolved in the tendrils of the fog that wrapped the city in a wet woolen blanket. It was my city, but I didn't have the deed...it was however my scene, and I have more receipts for cocktails and comeuppance than any gumshoe with a good lead and a steady hand ought to have in the autumn of his life. But it didn't stop the rain from whispering into my ear "one more case, this could be the big one...'
and someone's going to come in and ask "Have you seen a dame in here?" You''ll respond "Plenty of dames come in here". "Yeh, but this one's special, real special see"............
i will come to your bar on regualy basis. hopefully you have coors original on tap. if you do, youll kno thats what im having right off the bat. ill have a seat at the bar, give you a smile and a nod and wait for you to come my way. i take a look at the pool table(s) and see if theres a spot. it has been a rough night.. just want to listen to some good music, sink some balls, and.. just like that, i hear in a calm and familiar voice, "rough night?" i turn back around to find a perfectly poured coors in a frosty mug. i take a second to reply, soley thinking about your night, and what and who youve had to deal with.. and humbly say "not anymore"🙂🍻
"and trouble she was, the dame waltsed in my office wearing a red dress, as she approached me she pulled out a Lucky Strike cigarette and asked "got a light...stud?"
Just sitting outside, feeling a cool night wind gently blowing. Staring at a waning full moon peaking through a cluster of clouds. This music really fits.
When finding these songs on spotify, it is crazy how many of them have so few streams. Less than 10k streams is crazy, especially for such incredible pieces of music.
Rock is played with three chords for an audience of thousands of people. Jazz is played with thousands of chords in front of an audience of three people.
"It was another dreary night in the city that never sleeps, where the rain falls like the tears of a thousand lost souls. The kind of night that wraps around you like a damp shroud, reminding you that some stains never wash away. My name's Jack Marlowe. I used to be a cop, but that was a lifetime ago. Now, I scrape by as a private eye, digging through the dirt and grime of this city, hoping to find a glimmer of truth. Most days, it's a thankless job, but every now and then, a case lands on my desk that sets the old gears turning, a case that reminds me why I started doing this in the first place. Tonight felt different. The air was thick with more than just rain. It was heavy with something else-something dangerous, something that had the scent of trouble all over it."
"But then I realised that scent of trouble was actually Chanel No. 5. I heard the sound of my office door closing. I looked up...and there she was, Danielle Stone."
The rain drummed down in relentless sheets, each drop hammering out a rhythm that only I seemed to hear. The case was closed, sure, but it left a sour taste in my mouth-the kind that whiskey and a dark room might dull but never erase. I lit a cigarette, watching the smoke curl into the wet night air, as filthy as the city that made it. I’d seen it all in that backroom-more blood, more betrayal than any man’s built to carry. Some things, once you lay eyes on ’em, they follow you, cling to you like the stench of death in the gutters. I pulled my collar up, heading for the one place left that might make it right, or at least let me forget for a while. Tonight, it was me and the finest whiskey they had-top shelf, smooth, strong. If I was lucky, by the time the bottle hit empty, the memories would be as hazy as the smoke around me.
It was a clouded late afternoon on Dwell Street. People of all social classes were hurrying, rushing home holding on to the little bit of patience and politeness they had left after a long day of pretending to be whatever society expects them to be. The caffeïne from their morning coffee would run out soon, but by that time they would already be home, where they could finally embrace to their true identities. That's when my day starts. I don't drink coffee.. I used to be like anyone else on Dwell street until I started my career as a detective. Being nosy always brought me in trouble as a kid but tonight it was going to save a life. I had my eyes fixed on a spooky apartment from across the street. The owner who was short and fat left the building wearing a tall coat in which he hid his hands, suddenly he adjusted his glasses while inspecting his environment which betrayed what looked like a splash of blood on his fingers. Hasty he began to walk away without any type of luggage which meant he would be back soon. If I want to investigate this place I have to do it quick. I poured a shot of whisky down my throat for the lack of caffeïne and ran down the steps when I saw her.....
Her enchantment to bewitching Men far exceeded her goals but don't be confused she has her Endgame planned from the start her name Madeline Farkroft but to her cozy street of Brooklyn New York she was known simply as Lady Heroine.
....As I was sitting at the bar going on my 4 or 5th whiskey, listening to some nice soft jazz being played in the dark bar and as always thinking back to the one I let slip away in my delicious booze-induced fog... Then I heard the front door swing open and saw a woman’s figure in a raincoat, stepping into the dark bar and removing her rain soaked hat, letting loose her long blond hair as if slow motion. She looked around the room...and what seemed to focus on me as she started walking my way. I'd been a gumshoe for decades, seen it all, done it all. But something about this woman, this blonde woman with her haunting eyes and the way she walked, drew me in. As she approached, I caught a whiff of her perfume, a scent that was both intoxicating and mysterious, a scent that seemed to promise danger and intrigue....
It was a quiet night...well, quiet enough until the goddamn neighbor decided to have his jazz band come in for a session. Now I can't bloody sleep and talking to myself now...
In this city, shadows have a way of creeping in when the sun goes down. They whisper secrets, and if you listen close enough, you might just hear the truth. But truth is a slippery thing, like the rain that never seems to stop falling
But in one of our honest and frank conversations on death and what we would want for the other, and you said, i wouldn't want you to "fulfill our death pact" (if I die, you "follow" and vice versa) I want you to get your teeth pulled for dentures, and pick up and play the trumpet again, I know how happy it makes you (me) and others as well, and 2 years after you died, I got my teeth pulled...😢 I miss you every day and night, and I love you as much as ever.❤ We'll see each other again, when the time is right ❤ I love you.
"...I walked in and took a seat in the darkest corner...she still somehow found me. Five foot two and eyes of blue that could make a priest sweat...Her tight skirt would make a lizard jealous!...I was down on my luck, what could I say to get her attention..."
"There I was, alone at that old and dirty diner, going for a late meal or an early breakfast, like it mattered at all. Coffe was cold and bitter just like my ex-wife, while toasts were crumbing worse than my bank account and bacon was past its expiration date, same as my dreams. My innards complained that cheap omelette was a bad decision. Adding refried beans was an even worse one. I hurried to the bathroom like a rat up a drainpipe. The "Sorry out of order" sign stopped me deader than a fly in the web. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Just suck it up, Buster. Such is life."
It was a Thursday like no other. The routine I’ve built up is crumbling. The case has leads that lead nowhere dead ends deader than my cat. You think you found a lead, though small, that’ll lead somewhere, but alas, its a cold trail. If this case doesn’t get solved soon, this city won’t be able to be built back up, and that’s what I fear the black rose is going for, to destroy and the empire to build a new one upon its ashes.
The dame had it all - even though she wore next to nothing. "You got a pen, babe," I asked her. "Yeah but someone left the gate open. That's how I got here. You got any problems with that?" I should have left then. But I didn't and the problems began short time later. And lasted a long, long time.
I'll never forget those eyes, eyes like guns, some would say. My greatest regret is putting her into jail just by a petty love crime, otherwise, she would have been the one... dammit, she was The One. I´ll never see her again. Life is crazy, and now, it's just me and my gun, perhaps there's some scotch left in the drawer, I don't know, maybe there's luck, at least, once in a blue moon.
It was raining out, then she came in. The dame's coat was drenched but she was dry like campfire kindling in that getup. If I knew then what I know now, I would have told her to find someone else to snoop around for her beau...
She was alway clumsy in her life always with all the wrong choices but hey i am no saying i am any better but i prefer to be only person to have problems than everyone around me
"it was a daahrk and gloomy night, CJ and Johnny 2 bit had to go back to the apartment to get all the money for the bookies. 2 went in and only 1 came back out...."
The fifth bottle of bourbon weighed heavily in my system, pleading for more, while my wallet was on life support. I sat there, methodically consuming one pack after another. Somehow, she found me-4 foot 2 with a heart of bronze -and a form that captivated. It was as if she were a trash bag filled with peach tea, exuding warmth on a December night. I adored her, all 400 pounds of her. As I stood, momentarily immobilized by her presence, she stopped, dropped and rolled toward me with a grace. She took my breath away. My heart raced, bursting with vigor, like a sledgehammer crushing a grape. Overwhelmed with excitement, I found myself, all 7 foot 2 of me, on one knee before her, ring in hand. I held it in front of her glass eye-the one without the patch-she lit up like a Christmas tree…
Our romance started with the purest form of bio electrochemical reactions to each other's natural smell and the way we could just be, telling each other our most dark shame and not feel afraid of being alone or judged, and how i knew when I met you in 92 that we would be happy together, and 18 yrs later, January 2010, you walked up to me, don't i know you from somewhere? And I, mouth agape, said Hi Anna vickaryous... I persued you after that day, then on a warm, early spring day, I played trumpet, softly, outside and across the street from your apartment, you started recording a small bunny watching and listening intently to me play. And you said, I should maybe give him a chance... And when you died 2 years ago, I lost everything that I ever truly loved. 😢
![Dark Night 🎺 [Trumpet Jazz]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/TrUK_6D8L4s/mqdefault.jpg)
Traumhaft. Vielen Dank❤
I've been a professional and private bartender here in Los Angeles for 40 years. This music is how I feel when I'm working late at night in Hollywood. If there's ever a place to gain experience and knowledge gathering intel while preparing a well-made cocktail for various guests from all over the world, it's right here in the biggest small town in America.
Love America. What a crazy and incredible place. I felt that I could really be myself there. Hope the bar is shining tonight.
Love from Australia❤
@@ghostdelay6770 I always try and create the right energy for that light to always shine. Cheers from Los Angeles ⭐ Btw, I love Australian TV Shows and Movies (-:
The measured beat of my footsteps echoed in the underpass, in time with the legato rhythm of the falling rain. Thoughts of her drifted through my mind as they wafted along, with the exhaled smoke from my cigarette, into the darkness of the shadowed night . . . . .
Names of old acquaintances formed and dissolved in the tendrils of the fog that wrapped the city in a wet woolen blanket. It was my city, but I didn't have the deed...it was however my scene, and I have more receipts for cocktails and comeuppance than any gumshoe with a good lead and a steady hand ought to have in the autumn of his life. But it didn't stop the rain from whispering into my ear "one more case, this could be the big one...'
Thank you for beautiful music !! I love Lounge Music Channel!!
One day I’m gonna open up my bar play this exact playlist and ask “rough night?” While I listen to people’s problem and I pour them a drink 🤌
and someone's going to come in and ask
"Have you seen a dame in here?"
You''ll respond
"Plenty of dames come in here".
"Yeh, but this one's special, real special see"............
sounds good but i have to ask When?! i cant wait for one day
Life goals
i will come to your bar on regualy basis. hopefully you have coors original on tap. if you do, youll kno thats what im having right off the bat. ill have a seat at the bar, give you a smile and a nod and wait for you to come my way. i take a look at the pool table(s) and see if theres a spot. it has been a rough night.. just want to listen to some good music, sink some balls, and.. just like that, i hear in a calm and familiar voice, "rough night?" i turn back around to find a perfectly poured coors in a frosty mug. i take a second to reply, soley thinking about your night, and what and who youve had to deal with.. and humbly say "not anymore"🙂🍻
Just gave this its 100th like.
i've been searching for this subgenre my entire life
So have I.
It's slow jazz; not exactly an inconspicuous "subgenre".
Oh... I thought subgenre was another word for dame, and this was an opening line to a detective novel or movie.
20 minutes.
@@13jorino Subgenre is another word for "She walked in from out of the night, ....like a beaver hopping off a log. " It is, but it really isn't...
That case still haunts me to this day...
"and trouble she was, the dame waltsed in my office wearing a red dress, as she approached me she pulled out a Lucky Strike cigarette and asked "got a light...stud?"
"Where I'm going you can't follow. What I've got to do you can't be any part of"
"The dame was bossy though, and insisted on tagging along. I'd had some strange tails in my life, but this one took the cake."
@@treehuggerdeluxe5598 she meant trouble and I knew it. But I had nothing else to lose... Or so I thought...
Beautiful,..🎹🎹❤️🎵
Just sitting outside, feeling a cool night wind gently blowing. Staring at a waning full moon peaking through a cluster of clouds. This music really fits.
I play this in the clock-in room before my night shifts.
Beauty jazz noir ambient🧣
You plod along in your routine life ~ Then She walks in ~ Suddenly your whole world turns upside down ~ You feel alive for the first time
When finding these songs on spotify, it is crazy how many of them have so few streams. Less than 10k streams is crazy, especially for such incredible pieces of music.
Rock is played with three chords for an audience of thousands of people. Jazz is played with thousands of chords in front of an audience of three people.
"It was another dreary night in the city that never sleeps, where the rain falls like the tears of a thousand lost souls. The kind of night that wraps around you like a damp shroud, reminding you that some stains never wash away.
My name's Jack Marlowe. I used to be a cop, but that was a lifetime ago. Now, I scrape by as a private eye, digging through the dirt and grime of this city, hoping to find a glimmer of truth. Most days, it's a thankless job, but every now and then, a case lands on my desk that sets the old gears turning, a case that reminds me why I started doing this in the first place.
Tonight felt different. The air was thick with more than just rain. It was heavy with something else-something dangerous, something that had the scent of trouble all over it."
Damn 🔥
I'd read it..
"But then I realised that scent of trouble was actually Chanel No. 5. I heard the sound of my office door closing. I looked up...and there she was, Danielle Stone."
Meh, I've read better. But a good start I suppose.
😂
Oh my! I just found this Noir music. I LOVE ❤️ it. Thank you for sharing.
"I was born when I met you. I lived while I loved you. I died when you left me"... -'You Ain't Heard Nothin' Yet.'
This is so great. I can put this full screen and pretend to be classy.
but you ARE classy !
Love it love it love it
Im sitting in my kitchen its dark besides a low, dull light in the background, i cant sleep, my cats on my lap. Im sitting here listening to this. 😌
This is great music to think to in my opinion.
This is so good, so relaxing.
Sometimes you just gotta kick back and relax
some thunder and rain in the back... Peace at last
The rain drummed down in relentless sheets, each drop hammering out a rhythm that only I seemed to hear. The case was closed, sure, but it left a sour taste in my mouth-the kind that whiskey and a dark room might dull but never erase.
I lit a cigarette, watching the smoke curl into the wet night air, as filthy as the city that made it. I’d seen it all in that backroom-more blood, more betrayal than any man’s built to carry. Some things, once you lay eyes on ’em, they follow you, cling to you like the stench of death in the gutters.
I pulled my collar up, heading for the one place left that might make it right, or at least let me forget for a while. Tonight, it was me and the finest whiskey they had-top shelf, smooth, strong. If I was lucky, by the time the bottle hit empty, the memories would be as hazy as the smoke around me.
It was a clouded late afternoon on Dwell Street. People of all social classes were hurrying, rushing home holding on to the little bit of patience and politeness they had left after a long day of pretending to be whatever society expects them to be. The caffeïne from their morning coffee would run out soon, but by that time they would already be home, where they could finally embrace to their true identities. That's when my day starts. I don't drink coffee.. I used to be like anyone else on Dwell street until I started my career as a detective. Being nosy always brought me in trouble as a kid but tonight it was going to save a life. I had my eyes fixed on a spooky apartment from across the street. The owner who was short and fat left the building wearing a tall coat in which he hid his hands, suddenly he adjusted his glasses while inspecting his environment which betrayed what looked like a splash of blood on his fingers. Hasty he began to walk away without any type of luggage which meant he would be back soon.
If I want to investigate this place I have to do it quick. I poured a shot of whisky down my throat for the lack of caffeïne and ran down the steps when I saw her.....
That's the last time i ever heard of ol tom. Hear he's married to some Nigerian princess in Poland. But thats anotha story
Beautiful and relaxing, love it 👏🏻
Que música linda!!!😊
beat it toots, these streets ain’t what they used to be
This is sooooooo good.
Magnifique
Amazing video
Very good
Black Noir
Her enchantment to bewitching Men far exceeded her goals but don't be confused she has her Endgame planned from the start her name Madeline Farkroft but to her cozy street of Brooklyn New York she was known simply as Lady Heroine.
Heh... Dames...
*Lights a cigar
Can't live without 'em...
I love reading all the detective stories.
....As I was sitting at the bar going on my 4 or 5th whiskey, listening to some nice soft jazz being played in the dark bar and as always thinking back to the one I let slip away in my delicious booze-induced fog...
Then I heard the front door swing open and saw a woman’s figure in a raincoat, stepping into the dark bar and removing her rain soaked hat, letting loose her long blond hair as if slow motion. She looked around the room...and what seemed to focus on me as she started walking my way.
I'd been a gumshoe for decades, seen it all, done it all. But something about this woman, this blonde woman with her haunting eyes and the way she walked, drew me in. As she approached, I caught a whiff of her perfume, a scent that was both intoxicating and mysterious, a scent that seemed to promise danger and intrigue....
It was a quiet night...well, quiet enough until the goddamn neighbor decided to have his jazz band come in for a session. Now I can't bloody sleep and talking to myself now...
That’s the stuff…
In this city, shadows have a way of creeping in when the sun goes down. They whisper secrets, and if you listen close enough, you might just hear the truth. But truth is a slippery thing, like the rain that never seems to stop falling
City footage is Warsaw
And back again...
отличное, под коньяк ночью
But in one of our honest and frank conversations on death and what we would want for the other, and you said, i wouldn't want you to "fulfill our death pact" (if I die, you "follow" and vice versa) I want you to get your teeth pulled for dentures, and pick up and play the trumpet again, I know how happy it makes you (me) and others as well, and 2 years after you died, I got my teeth pulled...😢 I miss you every day and night, and I love you as much as ever.❤ We'll see each other again, when the time is right ❤ I love you.
Crime thriller L.A noire vibes yep
"...I walked in and took a seat in the darkest corner...she still somehow found me. Five foot two and eyes of blue that could make a priest sweat...Her tight skirt would make a lizard jealous!...I was down on my luck, what could I say to get her attention..."
I would listen to this when I did night patrols as a sequeerity guard.
"There I was, alone at that old and dirty diner, going for a late meal or an early breakfast, like it mattered at all. Coffe was cold and bitter just like my ex-wife, while toasts were crumbing worse than my bank account and bacon was past its expiration date, same as my dreams. My innards complained that cheap omelette was a bad decision. Adding refried beans was an even worse one. I hurried to the bathroom like a rat up a drainpipe. The "Sorry out of order" sign stopped me deader than a fly in the web. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Just suck it up, Buster. Such is life."
Hey guys - what city is this in the video?
Looks like Chicago to me...but I haven't been there since before Coveed...
It was a Thursday like no other. The routine I’ve built up is crumbling. The case has leads that lead nowhere dead ends deader than my cat. You think you found a lead, though small, that’ll lead somewhere, but alas, its a cold trail. If this case doesn’t get solved soon, this city won’t be able to be built back up, and that’s what I fear the black rose is going for, to destroy and the empire to build a new one upon its ashes.
The dame had it all - even though she wore next to nothing. "You got a pen, babe," I asked her. "Yeah but someone left the gate open. That's how I got here. You got any problems with that?"
I should have left then. But I didn't and the problems began short time later. And lasted a long, long time.
is it Warsaw?
The sky was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
I'll never forget those eyes, eyes like guns, some would say. My greatest regret is putting her into jail just by a petty love crime, otherwise, she would have been the one... dammit, she was The One. I´ll never see her again. Life is crazy, and now, it's just me and my gun, perhaps there's some scotch left in the drawer, I don't know, maybe there's luck, at least, once in a blue moon.
I knew I was in deep trouble the moment She walked to me and said with a silky voice: "My preferred pronouns are They/Them/Their, Buster".
Lame
It was raining out, then she came in. The dame's coat was drenched but she was dry like campfire kindling in that getup. If I knew then what I know now, I would have told her to find someone else to snoop around for her beau...
And then she walked in Darla....5'2 pretty eyes blonde hair...
... Then she sat down, kicked off her high heels and revealed her pretty toes and arched feet. You began kissing them. 😂
"A figure that a sensible woman would want to cover up, but this dame had something to prove, and got the attention of yours truly."
@@lordchapelseed791I tried not to smile but she had me.
I was gotten
and things would never be the same again….
She was alway clumsy in her life always with all the wrong choices but hey i am no saying i am any better but i prefer to be only person to have problems than everyone around me
Great lead...
Where is this picture at?
Could you post the individual song titles and artists? Thank you.
If you click on "more" in the description, it expands and the info you want is there.
Listen to Chet Baker, Beautiful, Emotional, pure feeling ❤
"it was a daahrk and gloomy night, CJ and Johnny 2 bit had to go back to the apartment to get all the money for the bookies. 2 went in and only 1 came back out...."
The fifth bottle of bourbon weighed heavily in my system, pleading for more, while my wallet was on life support. I sat there, methodically consuming one pack after another. Somehow, she found me-4 foot 2 with a heart of bronze -and a form that captivated. It was as if she were a trash bag filled with peach tea, exuding warmth on a December night. I adored her, all 400 pounds of her.
As I stood, momentarily immobilized by her presence, she stopped, dropped and rolled toward me with a grace. She took my breath away. My heart raced, bursting with vigor, like a sledgehammer crushing a grape. Overwhelmed with excitement, I found myself, all 7 foot 2 of me, on one knee before her, ring in hand. I held it in front of her glass eye-the one without the patch-she lit up like a Christmas tree…
Bro what 😭
@@StopIt5204 ✌️😎
Our romance started with the purest form of bio electrochemical reactions to each other's natural smell and the way we could just be, telling each other our most dark shame and not feel afraid of being alone or judged, and how i knew when I met you in 92 that we would be happy together, and 18 yrs later, January 2010, you walked up to me, don't i know you from somewhere? And I, mouth agape, said Hi Anna vickaryous... I persued you after that day, then on a warm, early spring day, I played trumpet, softly, outside and across the street from your apartment, you started recording a small bunny watching and listening intently to me play. And you said, I should maybe give him a chance... And when you died 2 years ago, I lost everything that I ever truly loved. 😢
Everyone is celebrating. You’ve cracked the case, but something’s wrong…
I read this as: Nazz Jar.
Piano in like banana
soooooooo beautiful thanks for this