Ambient Soundscapes - Private Eye Moods: Smooth Film Noir Jazz Mix

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Track List:
1. Blues for Two
2. Cheese and Crackers
3. Meeting of the Minds
4. Electric Espresso
5. Memory in the Mist
6. Just for Me
7. Dark Blue Velvet
8. Dinner for Two
9. Later that Same Evening
10. Seen It All Before
11. Shady Places
12. Dark Blue Velvet
13. Light as a Feather in My Arms
14. Always Be Mine
15. Just Another Case of Love
16. On Hold for You
17. Universal Truth
18. Cute Doll
19. Meandering Monday
20. Just Another Case of Love
21. Swing
22. Travelers Soul
23. The Goal in Life
24. Romantic
25. Let Me Interject Here
26. Dim the Lights
27. The Blue Plate Special
28. Slow Jazz Piano
29. A World of My Own
30. Home for the Holidays
31. The Black Cat

Tracks were sourced from:
Youtube Audio Library - free

Let this collection of smooth jazz guide your imagination to a world of hard-boiled sleuthing. Follow shady suspects down dark alleys and meet with dangerous dames in smokey nightclubs.

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[eliasvenson]

I had six shots in me, three were bourbon, two were pfizer, and one was a .38 slug the doc never pulled out of my shoulder, and on a night like this I was feelin all of them.

[SAMCO_CEO]

Back in the office, finally. That last case was a real winger. I'd just poured myself a glass of bourbon to celebrate another contract, closed and contented, when the phone rang. "No rest for the wicked" I tell myself and down the glass, answering the phone "O'Malley's detective services, how can I assist?"

[merlinfrostambrose]

Sitting at my desk, smoke floating in the room that's when I hear a knock at my door... and thats when trouble walks in ...trouble with a great pair of legs

[TinyMaths]

If you're enjoying these mini stories in the comments as much as I am, you might like the old Steve martin movie, 'Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid'. It's a parody of the private detective genre, in the Film Noir style, but it's chocked full of the kind of gems you find in this comment section.

[gearsmashking]

Chicago, 1950.

I won't say I'm the best of the best, but I'm the one they call when they can't get the answers they want. Name's John Matthews, P.I. and I'm good at what I do.

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was late April or early May and I was relaxing in my office, reading the paper. The police were looking into the murders of women around the city and weren't making much progress in the case. The papers were already calling the killer; "Chicago's Ripper." But I had my own name for him, a homicidal menace.

As if the universe was watching, the phone rang. I wasn't surprised to hear the Chief Of Police on the other end. As I expected, he wanted my help in cracking the murder cases. Agreeing and hanging up, I strapped on my gun, grabbed my badge, and left my office, passing my secretary and letting her know I'll be out for the rest of the day.

[michaelhill]

I took one last, long look at her. Trying to memorize her face. With those doe eyes and a voice soft as angel wings she begged me not to leave. Taking my hat off the rack i told her "Love is just a score in tennis, doll. And it doesn't mean anything"

Pulling my hat down i stepped out into the night. My heart heavy as the .38 in my pocket.

I never wanted to hurt her. But, there was unfinished business ahead of me. And where i was going a good girl like that would only slow me down.

[montanamountainmen]

I am on my 3rd class of Distilled Kentucky drain opener. I light another Lucky Strike and ponder my thoughts. Thoughts of wrong decisions and fast women . I wonder when this job of chasing dead beats will end, but thats the life of a Private

[jeremiahball]

Loving the comments here! I like how it's a creative writing noir challenge lol

[EccentricGentelman]

"The mist was thick as hash house oatmeal and twice as cold as her hips waved goodbye. Maybe she was too much moonlight and orchids for me but I couldn't help wishing that her daisy crunchers and mine could be outside the same hotel door." - Quantum Leap

[jtcbrt]

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?

[FresnoBoystar]

She sat the bar beauty illuminating bright enough to make a blind man see the light. I glance around the well lit room, yet she seemed to be much brighter, and noticed she had every mans gaze. Their attention fixated on her like a kid watching cartoons on a Saturday afternoon not hearing their parents yell their name to come get lunch, and i was watching the same program. She was beautiful, beautiful enough that if hollywood knew about her; they would beg and would bend at the knee and grant any wish she had like a personal genie. I approach the bar contemplating wether or not to sit next to the empty seat beside her, but as like fly drawn to light i was drawn to that empty spot despite what my instincts were telling me. She looked at me, eyes exposing a gorgeous soul and smiled. I smiled, heart beating loud enough to drown out the melancholy music playing over the speakers and ordered a drink. Her aroma was something indescribable and intoxicating, that i swear if i got up i would fall off my feet as if ive had too much to drink. I always wondered what the singing of sirens sounded like to make a man go to his impending doom and i pictured her voice when she spoke to me, and greeted me with a "Hi"

[damariuswingfield]

I'm at my desk staring at the blank page to what I believe to be great novel. My alarm goes off and I head to the fridge. Nothing but beer in there. Not one to complain, I take one out and sat my ass back down. The neighbors are rowdy upstairs. It's going to be a long night boys, I tell you.
"Say, when are you getting enough, " they say. So I tell 'em, "When the sun shines over your grandmother's grave". If a comedian doesn't explain his joke, then why should a writer explain his? Mental, ya'll.

[AmbientSoundscapesChannel]

Let's hear all the internal monologues!

[lisanealy]

Love it!!! The Maltese Falcon vibes with Bogart🍸.

[lucaisgarden]

Listening to this and playing Shadows of Doubt, awesome combo.

[rayanderson]

First thing I noticed when she walked in was that she was all legs... I mean those things just seemed to go on forever. But then again... Millipedes are like that. I try not to hold it against 'em.

[nicholaschamberlain]

Finally, I got a case worth a lick in this sleepy side of the city, "Briggs & Jones Detective Agency, Jones speaking!" On the other line was the chief, he seemed more or less nervous on the phone, oh boy, I thought. "Jones, finally, listen, I got good news and really bad news." "Humor me." I said, sarcasticly "Well, " he continued "Good news is me & Maude are back together, the bad news is Sgt. Townsend of vice got iced." A grim look was all that I could give, I knew the guy had many enemies but, damn, he was a good cop, at least one of the few.
"All right, I'll go to the scene and pick up the pieces, see where they go." Damn was all I said after hanging up, I get into the car and roll toward the messy scene, coroner said there was not much of his face left but a lot punch marks, he thinks a junkie did this but if his badge was laid on his chest, it could be on thing, payback. I was gonna have the longest month ever.

[MyMediaConsulting]

Who was I kidding? I am just a paper pusher and window peeper. A handful of five by sevens, a couple of eight by tens if things were juicy, and a few receipts if I was lucky. Then it was time to collect the check and return to running background checks for companies important enough to need them, but too busy to do them. Shuffling a few dozen pages of paper, and making half as many calls everyday until I got the answers or the client stopped paying. Whichever way it resolved I didn't care. Joe Pass and Zoot Simms still played Blues For Two every night even if there was only one of us left in that tiny apartment.

[NoOne-mxup]

I’m not doing homework. I’m cracking a difficult case. Sleep can wait.

[danglad]

Will you bring back the other Film Noir mixes that got deleted? Love your work! <3