Nick, I gotta hand it to ya, you are NO dime store clerk tryin' ta pawn a pack o' stale Lucky Strikes off on a cyber community just itchin' for some clever 'n' dangerous melodies...no, you brought us the goods and delivered 'em in a creatively classy style and respectable quantity, I might add. Here's ta you, pal.🍸
The rain pattered against the window of my office, thick smoke swirling up from a filled tray of ash. The yellow glow of the lamp casted dancing shadows against the walls of my willing prison. Papers lay cluttered across my desk, mind one piece laying limp and untouched in the type-writer. "a damn shame" I thought looking up at the clock. I watched the hands tick on. There was always too much to do with such little time to do it. This case has been plaguing me for months, and no matter how many leads I found, the trail ran dry. They suspect a missing person, I suspect foul play. I rise from my chair, the leather cracks as do my knees. "Damn, getting old." Not sure if I meant that for the chair or for myself. I grab my jacket and hat and press past the door. "Holliway and Brae" confidently spells itself across the distorted glass as I lock the door. The office is empty, cold and comforting. I always did my best work when the night came around. Chairs and desks evenly spread themselves out through the room, each with its own individualized flavor. A book here, a paper there. You can really learn a lot about a person with how their individual spaces are arranged. My footsteps echo through the room, clacking with each step as the rain continues to caress the windows in an eerie orchestra of crude and comfort. I continue forward, through the stairwell and out onto the street. The smell of rain invades my nostrils as I take shelter under the drain pipes and light up a cigarette. The smoke curls upwards and the scent overpowers that from before. I step off into the rain, having forget the umbrella again. The wife will be upset. The rain continues painting the brick street with familiar designs and accompanying sounds. I continue to walk through the desolate street, not a soul in sight. The street lamps are spaced far enough apart to illuminate just enough to see but not enough to clear the conscience of the looming shadows. And no matter how hard I try, I can not shake the feeling that I am not alone. I pick up the pace slightly, if only to cure my paranoia, and make my way to the one place I know will be occupied this late. I see the glow of the coffee shop sign in the distance and continue my increased pace towards it. The feeling of being watched intensifies. "It seems wrong to run." I thought as if it was all in my head. But you don't make it this far in my career without listening to your gut. The hairs on my neck stand up as a chill cascades down my spine. I pick up the pace ever so slightly before I find myself at the front doors of the diner. The door opens to a bell chime, and I'm met with a desolate shelter away from my own mind. Behind the swirling wooden counter resides a large man in a grease stained shirt. "What'll it be Joe?" His gravely voice reverberates off every surface. "The usual" I say, sitting down on the stool furthest from the door. The man sets a cup of coffee down in front of me and refuses my payment, before walking to the back of the kitchen. I'm the only man he expects to see for the remainder of the night and I sometimes wonder if he waits up just for me. Yet, the door to the diner dings open with a familiar chime. I don't turn around and continue sipping on my coffee. "What'll it be?" I hear him say begrudgingly from behind the kitchen. "Cup of jo" says the voice behind me. Eerily familiar but I'm unable to place a finger on where I've heard it before. He walks passed me to the end of the bar, slightly bumping into me. And down he sits. I finish my cup and stand up to leave. "Quiet night" says the voice. "Indeed" I reply before continuing to the doors, feeling uneasy with my new encounter. Something seems familiar but also feels as though I am caught in a spotlight. I hurry to the door and push through. The air bites at my face as the rain continues to pour down around me. A few blocks to go but the rain will soak right through by the time I get back. I begin the journey back, making my way down the familiar streets, my feet clacking and sloshing along the brick street in a timeless melody of water and stone. I turn down my street, a straight shot home. Suddenly I'm hit with a sense of dread, my stomach sinks and my heart begins to race. This is more than a gut feeling, this is real. I pick up the pace, and swear I hear it. The sounds of footsteps, matching mine perfectly as if to mask their sounds. Almost like a faint echo, but there none the less. I know someone is there, and they know I know. As my pace increases, whoever or whatever is following me gets sloppy and any doubt in my mind has now vanished. I am being followed, I am being stalked, I am being hunted. Before I know it, I am in a full sprint, the yellow hue of the street lamps fade in and out, faster and faster. My chest feels constricted and heavy, my breathing becomes sharp and painful as I continue to run further and further. "Home stretch" I think as I see my building, as I near closer I swear the footsteps grow quiet. Whoever it is must have given up. Yet, I take no chance. I burst up the stone steps to the front door. I fumble around for my key, heart racing. The footsteps begin again, this time at a leisurely pace. As if to mock me. I don't dare look up, I scavenge desperately for my key but can't find it anywhere. "Damn it" I say out loud, I must have left it at the office. I've never been one to be this forgetful, but as my luck would have it, of course it happens now. Fear pulses through my body as the steps grow closer. Before I know it, they will be upon me. In a last ditch effort I reach for my gun holstered to my chest. But all I find is empty leather. Then I hear it. The voice, familiar but slightly wrong. "Don't worry Joe" I turn around slowly, and it's as if I was looking into a mirror. Identical. I'm at a loss for words as the man holds up my key, alongside my missing gun. "I'll make sure to do a better job than you ever could."
@@NickTorrettaMusic we need this second playlist this one is a masterpiece it nails the 1940s detective vibe so much i started to write a noir story 😂😂
I've been playing this playlist to my friends and family who appreciate music for the past two weeks. I can say that without exception they've been amazed by you. The sound is so harmonious and you make the flow feel effortless - that is the sign of true talent. You've been given a gift most people can only dream of. I hope you will find the inspiration to do more 🙏! Thanks again, it's been a pleasure to find this auditory oasis in this weary world of copyright infringement and people who try too hard imitating the real things.
Just an FYI, I've copied and pasted this comment into a doc I have that I read when I'm having a hard day. Can't tell you how much I appreciate the kind words and how much they inspire me to continue creating. Many many thanks
It looked like rain, so I got up to close the window. That guy on the sidewalk was still playing his sax. He was good, but I had heard enough for one day. When I turned back to my desk, she was already standing in front of it.
"Can I help you?", I said.
"No, Mr. Starker, I'm here to help you.", she whispered. "You placed a Want Ad for a secretary in today's paper. I'd like to apply for the position."
"Cookie, you can have any position you want." I replied, "You're hired as of now. And from now on, call me Mick."
"Oh, thank you Mr, uh, Mick." she squealed, "You don't know how happy this makes me."
"Sit down, sugar, pour yourself a drink. We've got all night to get to know each other. And you don't know how happy this'll make me!", I said as I removed my tie.
That's when the phone rang. That's when it all started to go sideways. Who could've figured that she'd wind up dead, and I'd be sitting in a jail cell talking to you?
Thursday, 10:00 pm, the smoke of several ciggarettes hung like a haze around the lamp on my old cluttered desk. I was just putting on my coat in a vain attempt to shrug off the rain outside while car tires hissed by down in the street. There was the rattle of a doorknob, then she walked in. I love this! Thank you!
The jazz just flows as I work of a evening, designing labels, I need moody dark jazz, and this hits the spot, all I need now is someone to refill my coffee cup and I'm done, thank you!, wow!!! just read you wrote & Performed this, I'm in the company of a true artist!!!!
Lol youtube apparently autofiltered my previous comment because I mentioned other places where your music is available and that you should add that to the description. Anyway, spectacular work, I KNEW I was listening to something original from the very beginning and not just some recycled playlist with stolen tracks. Just.. wow, great stuff! You've captured the essence of the genre perfectly.
@@NickTorrettaMusic Nah, it's easy to praise true talent. Please do a second volume! Also could you provide some channel for donations, I'd love to contribute.
While listening to the first cut I imagine driving at night on a bridge over a waterway, and watching the skyline in the distance, and wondering what every warm soul in those high-rise abodes is experiencing.
Holy WOW!! This music is absolutely SUBLIME. The PERFECT soundtrack for relaxing with a drink and a cigar after a long day at the office. YOU, my friend, are INCREDIBLY TALENTED. Thank you SO MUCH for sharing.
You've really captured that dark LA post WW2 gothic vibe. Do you mind me asking who are your musical inspirations? I don't think you could do such a great job without really feeling it.
listening in Seoul. Thanks to you, my daily life becomes richer. Your playlist fits the night of seoul and han-river. I look forward to many more activities in the future.
Esta música... Me transporta a otros tiempos, otros lugares... Como si ya hubiera estado en ellos... En otras vidas... Me hace sentir tan especial, tan enormemente única... 👏👍💌💯
Put fresh clean sheets on my bed. Sprayed myself with Lalique Encre Noire fragrance. Going to bed at 4:12 AM in Bulgaria. Listening to Jazz Noir. A rare treat in a grinding and building period for me where I am sacrificing my previously abundant social life to bettering myself. P.S. Encre Noire means Black Ink in French. Lalique’s fragrance is a masterpiece even thought it costs low from discounters. I would describe the feeling of the fragrance as walking through a forest in the evening after it has rained. Thee fragrance goes really well with this music.
Great collection of sultry, sensuous tunes. Imaginative instrumentation and arrangements all throughout. And this mix features my favorite musical voice in all of jazz: the muted trumpet! Liked & subscribed.
The attempt on Nordberg's life left me shaken and disturbed, and all the questions kept coming up over and over again, like bubbles in a case of club soda. Who was this character in the hospital? And why was he trying to kill Nordberg? And for whom? Did Ludwig lie to me? I didn't have any proof, but somehow, I didn't entirely trust him either. Why was the 'I Luv You' not listed in Ludwig's records? And if it was, did he know about it? And if he didn't, who did? And where the hell was I? [The sound of kookaburra in the background].
Played Minecraft with some friends with this playing in the background, honestly found it very relaxing definitely listening to this kind of music more often
Thank you so much for creating this wonderful music! As soon as I turn on this playlist, I immediately get in the mood to write my book. Thanks for this.
The sound of the rain on the window reminds me of night's in small winter hotels. whispering in the dark to a beautiful mature woman The touch of her perfumed hair on my face, Soft smooth skin that tastes of honey and almonds Cigarette smoke drifting across the street lamp shadows in the darkened room. We thought we had forever,but we were wrong. Life and reality have a way of catching up. The years drift by and you become a different man. A life lived in another time,all that's left Are memories and thoughts on a night like this,when the rain sounds like pebbles on the window pane as you chase the shadows of sleep.
Didn't pay attention to the description, just enjoyed it. Then I was trying to post a story and wanted to include one of the tracks. As I didn't see the playlist I tried to Shazam it, but it failed to find the song. Then I read the description in detail and was absolutely impressed that it was of your own making, you really nailed the atmosphere. Congrats! Now I got to go pour some whisky and keep enjoying this.
Man you are talented! And someone who appreciates the music of a bygone era! Thank you for this wonderful playlist.❤ I have shared this with my friends!
Great stuff. Lovely sax tone, the upright bass lines flow like a conversation. Very well mixed. I listen to this on repeat. Hope you're earning some money off this music. Detectives would solve some murder cases with this in the background.
The smoke follows the whispers spoken in this dimlit space, the long straight bar a saturated sponge upon which we all eventually perch our heavy minds, the newborns seeking releases and justifications, the elders finding a fine place to surrender... A place neither clean or well lit. It's the wind blowing through the supreme order of our instruments that tsunami and erode through our weights, stripping us bare to our beautiful, simple Truths - we are but emotional ferocities striving for lights in the dark. "You're gonna carry that weight..."
Wow! Incredibly smooth, atmospheric and mysterious. You've done a great job, I could listen to this all day! A lot of the Film noir / detective playlists on RUclips are nice, but this just beats them all by a huge margin! Definitely looking forward to hearing more from you 🎉
Yep - all originals for this playlist! So much fun to create/perform on. The album is on spotify, I believe the track at 18:43 is "Flatfoot", available here: open.spotify.com/track/0vFgVznqJ2ocuKuWxM5Byq?si=b43066bb83234e3d
This case has been difficult to say the least its got dead ends on dead ends it gets more difficult as bodies keep turning up in public places whoever is doing this isnt alone me and my associate have tried everything i believe in you to finish the work
Nick, I gotta hand it to ya, you are NO dime store clerk tryin' ta pawn a pack o' stale Lucky Strikes off on a cyber community just itchin' for some clever 'n' dangerous melodies...no, you brought us the goods and delivered 'em in a creatively classy style and respectable quantity, I might add. Here's ta you, pal.🍸
Many thanks for the praise! Cheers! 🍸
You got the picture.
I used to smoke Luckies
I used to smoke Luckies
Marlboro 27s
This is what i call "Noir" music.
The rain pattered against the window of my office, thick smoke swirling up from a filled tray of ash. The yellow glow of the lamp casted dancing shadows against the walls of my willing prison. Papers lay cluttered across my desk, mind one piece laying limp and untouched in the type-writer.
"a damn shame" I thought looking up at the clock. I watched the hands tick on. There was always too much to do with such little time to do it. This case has been plaguing me for months, and no matter how many leads I found, the trail ran dry. They suspect a missing person, I suspect foul play.
I rise from my chair, the leather cracks as do my knees. "Damn, getting old." Not sure if I meant that for the chair or for myself. I grab my jacket and hat and press past the door.
"Holliway and Brae" confidently spells itself across the distorted glass as I lock the door. The office is empty, cold and comforting. I always did my best work when the night came around. Chairs and desks evenly spread themselves out through the room, each with its own individualized flavor. A book here, a paper there. You can really learn a lot about a person with how their individual spaces are arranged. My footsteps echo through the room, clacking with each step as the rain continues to caress the windows in an eerie orchestra of crude and comfort. I continue forward, through the stairwell and out onto the street. The smell of rain invades my nostrils as I take shelter under the drain pipes and light up a cigarette. The smoke curls upwards and the scent overpowers that from before. I step off into the rain, having forget the umbrella again. The wife will be upset.
The rain continues painting the brick street with familiar designs and accompanying sounds. I continue to walk through the desolate street, not a soul in sight. The street lamps are spaced far enough apart to illuminate just enough to see but not enough to clear the conscience of the looming shadows. And no matter how hard I try, I can not shake the feeling that I am not alone. I pick up the pace slightly, if only to cure my paranoia, and make my way to the one place I know will be occupied this late. I see the glow of the coffee shop sign in the distance and continue my increased pace towards it. The feeling of being watched intensifies.
"It seems wrong to run." I thought as if it was all in my head. But you don't make it this far in my career without listening to your gut. The hairs on my neck stand up as a chill cascades down my spine. I pick up the pace ever so slightly before I find myself at the front doors of the diner.
The door opens to a bell chime, and I'm met with a desolate shelter away from my own mind. Behind the swirling wooden counter resides a large man in a grease stained shirt.
"What'll it be Joe?" His gravely voice reverberates off every surface.
"The usual" I say, sitting down on the stool furthest from the door. The man sets a cup of coffee down in front of me and refuses my payment, before walking to the back of the kitchen. I'm the only man he expects to see for the remainder of the night and I sometimes wonder if he waits up just for me. Yet, the door to the diner dings open with a familiar chime. I don't turn around and continue sipping on my coffee.
"What'll it be?" I hear him say begrudgingly from behind the kitchen.
"Cup of jo" says the voice behind me. Eerily familiar but I'm unable to place a finger on where I've heard it before. He walks passed me to the end of the bar, slightly bumping into me. And down he sits. I finish my cup and stand up to leave.
"Quiet night" says the voice.
"Indeed" I reply before continuing to the doors, feeling uneasy with my new encounter. Something seems familiar but also feels as though I am caught in a spotlight. I hurry to the door and push through. The air bites at my face as the rain continues to pour down around me. A few blocks to go but the rain will soak right through by the time I get back.
I begin the journey back, making my way down the familiar streets, my feet clacking and sloshing along the brick street in a timeless melody of water and stone. I turn down my street, a straight shot home. Suddenly I'm hit with a sense of dread, my stomach sinks and my heart begins to race. This is more than a gut feeling, this is real. I pick up the pace, and swear I hear it. The sounds of footsteps, matching mine perfectly as if to mask their sounds. Almost like a faint echo, but there none the less. I know someone is there, and they know I know. As my pace increases, whoever or whatever is following me gets sloppy and any doubt in my mind has now vanished. I am being followed, I am being stalked, I am being hunted. Before I know it, I am in a full sprint, the yellow hue of the street lamps fade in and out, faster and faster. My chest feels constricted and heavy, my breathing becomes sharp and painful as I continue to run further and further.
"Home stretch" I think as I see my building, as I near closer I swear the footsteps grow quiet. Whoever it is must have given up. Yet, I take no chance. I burst up the stone steps to the front door. I fumble around for my key, heart racing.
The footsteps begin again, this time at a leisurely pace. As if to mock me. I don't dare look up, I scavenge desperately for my key but can't find it anywhere.
"Damn it" I say out loud, I must have left it at the office. I've never been one to be this forgetful, but as my luck would have it, of course it happens now. Fear pulses through my body as the steps grow closer. Before I know it, they will be upon me. In a last ditch effort I reach for my gun holstered to my chest. But all I find is empty leather. Then I hear it. The voice, familiar but slightly wrong.
"Don't worry Joe" I turn around slowly, and it's as if I was looking into a mirror. Identical. I'm at a loss for words as the man holds up my key, alongside my missing gun. "I'll make sure to do a better job than you ever could."
When did you Ana e the time to write this dang
Dude, do you write detective novels?
@@cuphead5005 I do not, I just get bored sometimes
Really nice read
@@Vital_Blinks I appreciate it. I'm still practicing! Fun to do
the warmth dark jazz brings, to a melancholic yet not quite sad mood. perfection.
This effectively cured my writer's block. But my fantasy novel turned into a 1952 crime story.
Who's behind the murder of head master glaiven?
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That opening track is STUNNING
The perfect detective mix.
I cant believe you made all these songs yourself, you're a freak. Amazing work.
Glad you like them! Second playlist coming soon.
@@NickTorrettaMusic we need this second playlist this one is a masterpiece it nails the 1940s detective vibe so much i started to write a noir story 😂😂
@@Robingtz here you go: ruclips.net/video/hsdRIEr5x1E/видео.htmlsi=Pkehs14rw7Qjn9CS
@@NickTorrettaMusicyou made these? Amazing work! I love the ambience and the somber feeling. Reminds me of the ODST song. Perfect
wheres mike hammer and sgt stadenko to go chase down cheech and chong only to get lite at a rock concert @ the roxy lol
I've been playing this playlist to my friends and family who appreciate music for the past two weeks. I can say that without exception they've been amazed by you. The sound is so harmonious and you make the flow feel effortless - that is the sign of true talent. You've been given a gift most people can only dream of. I hope you will find the inspiration to do more 🙏! Thanks again, it's been a pleasure to find this auditory oasis in this weary world of copyright infringement and people who try too hard imitating the real things.
Just an FYI, I've copied and pasted this comment into a doc I have that I read when I'm having a hard day. Can't tell you how much I appreciate the kind words and how much they inspire me to continue creating. Many many thanks
NO WAY you composed and performed these!! so skilled and talented- sexiest, classiest ambience! well done bloody hell!
I feel such a connection to Noir Jazz, maybe it just describes my mood.
Working at night?
Jazz Noir resonates with my vibe. 🎶💫
It looked like rain, so I got up to close the window. That guy on the sidewalk was still playing his sax.
He was good, but I had heard enough for one day.
When I turned back to my desk, she was already standing in front of it.
"Can I help you?", I said.
"No, Mr. Starker, I'm here to help you.", she whispered. "You placed a Want Ad for a secretary in today's paper. I'd like to apply for the position."
"Cookie, you can have any position you want." I replied, "You're hired as of now. And from now on, call me Mick."
"Oh, thank you Mr, uh, Mick." she squealed, "You don't know how happy this makes me."
"Sit down, sugar, pour yourself a drink. We've got all night to get to know each other. And you don't know how happy this'll make me!", I said as I removed my tie.
That's when the phone rang. That's when it all started to go sideways.
Who could've figured that she'd wind up dead, and I'd be sitting in a jail cell talking to you?
Sounds familiar.Too familiar!
And the Sax. So much sax.
Prompted me to clean the four five........again.
@baobo67: There is too much premarital sax going around these days.
@@comanchedase Good one Com.A gumshoes bread and butter is infidelity. Always sax and then more sax. Cheers.
Sax and violins
And givin' birth to extramarital playlists...
Thursday, 10:00 pm, the smoke of several ciggarettes hung like a haze around the lamp on my old cluttered desk. I was just putting on my coat in a vain attempt to shrug off the rain outside while car tires hissed by down in the street. There was the rattle of a doorknob, then she walked in.
I love this! Thank you!
I feel like watching a Bogart movie thanks nick I usually listen to this when I go to sleep
A music for you to go out on a Sunday and take an 8pm stroll while smoking a cigarette, narrating your past week and predicting the next one😝😊👍🏻
Give me ten hours of music just like this and I'm an ecstatic man.
WHO ARE YOU?!
This is insane stuff.
Best music to vibe to after a rough day at work with a steak and Jameson whiskey❤
I just cooked some chicken fettuccine with some chilled bourbon... just chilling to this set of grooves
This is sooooooooo goooood! You played the flute too?? I'm 'blown away' by your talent!!!
This is an amazing set. 1,000 times, YES!!!!
If these instruments were all played by you and not sound bits from a music software, wonderful job! It all sounds great and professional.
This has gotten me through some late night cleaning. It set the vibe just right for me to focus.
I love the music and all of the creative writing in the comments section.
This music is literally exactly what I was looking for; I'm writing a film noir story and this is giving me inspiration like crazy.
Absolutely love this. Noir Jazz is my jam
Mine too!
The jazz just flows as I work of a evening, designing labels, I need moody dark jazz, and this hits the spot, all I need now is someone to refill my coffee cup and I'm done, thank you!, wow!!! just read you wrote & Performed this, I'm in the company of a true artist!!!!
So glad you're enjoying it!
Perfect music to listen to late at night while I’m working on this cold case
Lol youtube apparently autofiltered my previous comment because I mentioned other places where your music is available and that you should add that to the description. Anyway, spectacular work, I KNEW I was listening to something original from the very beginning and not just some recycled playlist with stolen tracks. Just.. wow, great stuff! You've captured the essence of the genre perfectly.
Really appreciate the kind words, comments like these are inspiring me to make a second noir volume soon
@@NickTorrettaMusic Nah, it's easy to praise true talent. Please do a second volume! Also could you provide some channel for donations, I'd love to contribute.
Music that sits you down and pours you another glass. None do it quite like 'jazz'
While listening to the first cut I imagine driving at night on a bridge over a waterway, and watching the skyline in the distance, and wondering what every warm soul in those high-rise abodes is experiencing.
Nick I just became aware that you both composed this music…. You are very deep and soulful… I’m in love
A ‘jazz-trained’ ear is required to appreciate the mood inspired by these tunes.
A never-heard-music-before set of ears would have a better time.
This is so good! I was having such a hard time trying to focus, and this helped me so much! Thank you!
Holy WOW!! This music is absolutely SUBLIME. The PERFECT soundtrack for relaxing with a drink and a cigar after a long day at the office. YOU, my friend, are INCREDIBLY TALENTED. Thank you SO MUCH for sharing.
Glad you enjoy it! Y’all are making my day with these great comments ❤
Yeah, it's Nice, ain't it?
Great stuff. Very noir. Musically, I guess it's the bluesy Minor scale and Diminished chords? Perfect atmosphere music.
Good ear! Add a little minor chords with a major seven and you pretty much have it all figured out lol
You've really captured that dark LA post WW2 gothic vibe. Do you mind me asking who are your musical inspirations? I don't think you could do such a great job without really feeling it.
THIS is something I have been searching for, for AGES. Thank you, its perfect.
Glad you like it!!
I wished this was longer
I've made a second video if that helps: ruclips.net/video/hsdRIEr5x1E/видео.html&lc=UgzzVjvMnsfTmm1ZGWR4AaABAg
WOW NICK…. you really brought it in righteous with that sax…. I feel compelled to subscribe….. and have a belt of brandy…..
Wow is this you!😮❤ was looking to see if I stumbled on a Chet Baker tune I'd never heard 🙇🏼♂️
And I guess for this reason I'm glad the algorithm is giving us random channels to watch and listen 😊
So glad you're enjoying it! Hoping to release another volume soon
34:14 👌@@NickTorrettaMusic
The piece at 34:17 min is called "On The Case"
listening in Seoul. Thanks to you, my daily life becomes richer. Your playlist fits the night of seoul and han-river. I look forward to many more activities in the future.
It's an honor to have my music being played in Seoul, thank you for the kind words
This is good stuff! Really feels noir for sure! I'm gonna enjoy doing homework to this!
Absolutely stunning my friend.
Esta música... Me transporta a otros tiempos, otros lugares... Como si ya hubiera estado en ellos... En otras vidas... Me hace sentir tan especial, tan enormemente única... 👏👍💌💯
NICK YOU MADE ALL THIS , GOD! YOU!
Put fresh clean sheets on my bed.
Sprayed myself with Lalique Encre Noire fragrance.
Going to bed at 4:12 AM in Bulgaria.
Listening to Jazz Noir.
A rare treat in a grinding and building period for me where I am sacrificing my previously abundant social life to bettering myself.
P.S. Encre Noire means Black Ink in French. Lalique’s fragrance is a masterpiece even thought it costs low from discounters.
I would describe the feeling of the fragrance as walking through a forest in the evening after it has rained.
Thee fragrance goes really well with this music.
Reading a book called The Gotti Wars with this in the back ground… thanks for the vibes!
This awesome! My new favorite study music.
And you played all the instruments yourself!
Salute to your talent and dedication.
Many thanks.
Great collection of sultry, sensuous tunes. Imaginative instrumentation and arrangements all throughout. And this mix features my favorite musical voice in all of jazz: the muted trumpet! Liked & subscribed.
This is helping me with my book. :) Thank you!
The attempt on Nordberg's life left me shaken and disturbed, and all the questions kept coming up over and over again, like bubbles in a case of club soda. Who was this character in the hospital? And why was he trying to kill Nordberg? And for whom? Did Ludwig lie to me? I didn't have any proof, but somehow, I didn't entirely trust him either. Why was the 'I Luv You' not listed in Ludwig's records? And if it was, did he know about it? And if he didn't, who did? And where the hell was I? [The sound of kookaburra in the background].
Played Minecraft with some friends with this playing in the background, honestly found it very relaxing definitely listening to this kind of music more often
awesome playlist, amazing job as a composer/music player!!!
You are incredibly Talented!!!! keep it up!!! wowo!!!!!!
Just made my day. Thank you so much
This itches a part of my brain so good
Rainy night in SoFlo. Perfect for the present ambience.
Nick, great mix! Thank you for creating this wonderful music.
I'm glad you like it!
What an atmosphere, sensitivity and musicality! Thank you!
Incredible
This, this is it. Brilliant job
Thank you!
Thank you so much for creating this wonderful music! As soon as I turn on this playlist, I immediately get in the mood to write my book. Thanks for this.
WOW. This fits exactly my likings. It's so rare.
Nicceee onee
Edit: how is this so underaidet tf?
Immediately saved, this is such a relaxing yet pensive vibe! Amazing work, thank you so much for sharing!
Absolutely, thank you for the kind comment!
You are an amazing talent. I LOVE listening to this music. I hope you have a long, wonderful, prosperous career and life.
Outstanding combination of sound and visuals. I would call this an immersive experience & the perfect soundscape. What a lovely creation.
Thank you! So glad you're enjoying it
So smooth and enchanting
Congratulations on your excellent work, Mr. Torretta!
My favourite track, from this collection, would be ''Ain't Goin Nowhere''.
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The sound of the rain on the window reminds me of
night's in small winter hotels.
whispering in the dark to a beautiful mature woman
The touch of her perfumed hair on my face,
Soft smooth skin that tastes of honey and almonds
Cigarette smoke drifting across the street lamp shadows
in the darkened room.
We thought we had forever,but we were wrong.
Life and reality have a way of catching up.
The years drift by and you become a different man.
A life lived in another time,all that's left
Are memories and thoughts on
a night like this,when the rain sounds like pebbles
on the window pane as you chase the shadows of sleep.
Gf: “Babe, why are you always listening to old music?”
Me: “Beat it toots, these streets ain’t what they used to be…”
haha this killed me
Didn't pay attention to the description, just enjoyed it. Then I was trying to post a story and wanted to include one of the tracks. As I didn't see the playlist I tried to Shazam it, but it failed to find the song. Then I read the description in detail and was absolutely impressed that it was of your own making, you really nailed the atmosphere. Congrats! Now I got to go pour some whisky and keep enjoying this.
Dang, thank you! Really appreciate hearing that, exactly what I was hoping for
@@NickTorrettaMusic I shazammed it and you came up! Amazing!!
Pour Me Another
Such talent, amazing! Getting though my law courses with your music❣
Best of luck - you'll be a grizzled detective working in a dark office before you know it
Man you are talented! And someone who appreciates the music of a bygone era! Thank you for this wonderful playlist.❤ I have shared this with my friends!
Can't thank you enough for the kind words and for helping others find the video as well. Second collection of study music on its way soon!
AYYY this is so good!!! I can read and write my essays to this💜💜💜 keep up the amazing work👏👏
Great stuff. Lovely sax tone, the upright bass lines flow like a conversation. Very well mixed. I listen to this on repeat. Hope you're earning some money off this music. Detectives would solve some murder cases with this in the background.
The smoke follows the whispers spoken in this dimlit space, the long straight bar a saturated sponge upon which we all eventually perch our heavy minds, the newborns seeking releases and justifications, the elders finding a fine place to surrender... A place neither clean or well lit.
It's the wind blowing through the supreme order of our instruments that tsunami and erode through our weights, stripping us bare to our beautiful, simple Truths - we are but emotional ferocities striving for lights in the dark.
"You're gonna carry that weight..."
Set ‘em up Nick 🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃
Are you the composer? Congratulations, your music is amazing!
I am! Many thanks, sincerely appreciate it.
No One Lives Forever 👍
Wow! Thank you for sharing your amazing talents! This is beautiful!
🔥❤️🔥
Wow! Incredibly smooth, atmospheric and mysterious. You've done a great job, I could listen to this all day! A lot of the Film noir / detective playlists on RUclips are nice, but this just beats them all by a huge margin! Definitely looking forward to hearing more from you 🎉
Thank you! Should have another playlist out soon!
This is pure bliss, thank you.
Thank you - so glad you're enjoying it
Nice compilation -
Superb!
Thank you! Cheers!
love it!!!
we have the same name! , my name is Nicolò "Nic"for the friends like you 😊😊
Fine work indeed. Bravo!
dayum, did you really wrote them all by yourself? What's the track id of the 18:43 ? And Is it on spotify?
Yep - all originals for this playlist! So much fun to create/perform on.
The album is on spotify, I believe the track at 18:43 is "Flatfoot", available here:
open.spotify.com/track/0vFgVznqJ2ocuKuWxM5Byq?si=b43066bb83234e3d
Beautiful!!! (donated!)
Awesome thank you!
This is amazing!! thank you
Gorgeous music
You should make soundtrack for some L.A Noir type of game
Baller! Super vibey fr fr
smooth baby allright
Fantasticotto perfectionale to calm down and chill!
This case has been difficult to say the least its got dead ends on dead ends it gets more difficult as bodies keep turning up in public places whoever is doing this isnt alone me and my associate have tried everything i believe in you to finish the work
I love it! Keep up the good work.
Thank you! Will do!
Great noir music
FANTABULOUS!!!! New fan and subscriber!!!
Nice !!!
Amazing, man.
Amazing stuff! Just LOVE it!