Pour One for the Door. — 3 Hours of Vintage Noir Jazz & Slow Blues for Whiskey & Saturday Nights

Saturday. Full at nine, quiet by eleven, one stool nobody took. There's a glass poured next to it on the off chance. It'll keep. Three hours of slow vintage noir jazz and slow blues — a 24-track set, twice through and most of a third. Warm saxophone, muted trumpet, upright bass, brushed drums, no vocals. For whiskey, saturday nights, unwinding, or waiting on somebody without admitting that's what you're doing. The records change every night. The address doesn't. Subscribe if you'd rather not go looking for the door twice. 0:00 an upright bass keeps the secret 2:53 midnight keeps its own hours 5:08 the whiskey does the talking 7:47 the desk lamp keeps me company 9:51 the door says closed but the light stays on 12:44 third floor, one eye on the street 15:42 grey afternoon, good chapter 17:47 three steps up, one step down 20:56 the saxophone clocks in 23:07 rain reads over your shoulder 25:00 a reply, half written, set aside 27:55 sixteen bars and an empty stool 31:18 the armchair knows your weight 33:40 four notes falling like ice 36:58 the saturday that would not end 39:40 the bookmark holds the place 41:41 a drink poured for the door 44:44 seven beats to last call 47:51 midnight asks nothing of you 50:51 rain agrees to stay outside 53:44 the organ hums along at last call 57:11 a muted horn says it arrived 1:00:29 a slow song for a slow hour 1:03:16 six steps down to saturday — second set. the stool is still free. — 1:06:16 an upright bass keeps the secret 1:09:09 midnight keeps its own hours 1:11:24 the whiskey does the talking 1:14:04 the desk lamp keeps me company 1:16:07 the door says closed but the light stays on 1:19:00 third floor, one eye on the street 1:21:58 grey afternoon, good chapter 1:24:03 three steps up, one step down 1:27:12 the saxophone clocks in 1:29:24 rain reads over your shoulder 1:31:16 a reply, half written, set aside 1:34:12 sixteen bars and an empty stool 1:37:35 the armchair knows your weight 1:39:56 four notes falling like ice 1:43:14 the saturday that would not end 1:45:56 the bookmark holds the place 1:47:57 a drink poured for the door 1:51:00 seven beats to last call 1:54:07 midnight asks nothing of you 1:57:08 rain agrees to stay outside 2:00:00 the organ hums along at last call 2:03:27 a muted horn says it arrived 2:06:45 a slow song for a slow hour 2:09:32 six steps down to saturday — last call. the glass keeps waiting. — 2:12:32 an upright bass keeps the secret 2:15:25 midnight keeps its own hours 2:17:41 the whiskey does the talking 2:20:20 the desk lamp keeps me company 2:22:23 the door says closed but the light stays on 2:25:17 third floor, one eye on the street 2:28:15 grey afternoon, good chapter 2:30:19 three steps up, one step down 2:33:29 the saxophone clocks in 2:35:40 rain reads over your shoulder 2:37:33 a reply, half written, set aside 2:40:28 sixteen bars and an empty stool 2:43:51 the armchair knows your weight 2:46:13 four notes falling like ice 2:49:30 the saturday that would not end 2:52:13 the bookmark holds the place 2:54:13 a drink poured for the door 2:57:17 seven beats to last call New records every night. 🐈‍⬛ Subscribe and take your usual seat:    / @theoddeyelounge   #NoirJazz #VintageJazz #SlowBlues #JazzBar #1940sJazz #BlackCat #BluesMusic #WhiskeyJazz #SaturdayNight #RelaxingJazz #LateNightJazz