It’s a light rain late in the night as you walk down the street. You see a dimly light neon sign with just a little light and a smooth saxophone pouring onto the sidewalk. You step inside, place your fedora , umbrella & your trench coat on the coat hooks by the door. You find a place at the bar and raise a finger to the bartender. You ask for a Sazorac on the rocks. Now it’s time to listen to the sax player as she pours her heart out. Just another silky late night just outside the French Quarter.
Long ago I made my first visit to the Untited States, arriving in New York by an ocean liner. We stayed some days in a small hotel in Greenwich Village before taking the train to Washington DC. That night we were taken to a jazz/supper club and listened to music like this ........ Living the dream....
This is a thing from the time I learnt to love music. Music existed then in that meaningful realm. Never came at random. You went out to get it, then it had you. Loved you back.
We're watching the mist over Lake Superior as the evening settles in. Thinking of getting up to mix cocktails, but I'm so lulled by your music, that I don't seem to be moving. If only someone would deliver me a martini.
I close my eyes. I’m with my love, in a small but elegant Jazz Club having dinner and drinks while chilling to the tunes. Or dressed to the nines at a swanky Jazz Palace , just being seen and grooving. Thank you , for your talent and Art.
I Remember back in daycare and kindergarten we would always take naps and my teacher would play smooth jazz to help us sleep those were good times I love jazz
December 2020. Who is listening to this song ??? If you are reading this, I wish with all my heart that all the goals that you fight for every day are met. Have faith that they will come true! Thanks for taking the time to read. 💖💖💖🤞🤞🤞
To leave it all is not difficult when DoctorSaxlove plays waiting for our 'ears' to join him . OMG what a relief!!now the enjoyment insinuates and the troubles of the world fade away.......definitely my saviour. Who agrees? Love to you and around you, faithfully
The snow had a light drizzle on your way home from work u hear the sweet sound of jazz u follow the music u walk into the bar with a live preformce u order a round or 2 and listen as the jazz soothes your soul
This music is sophicated ,songs of choice almost not quite like down home blues.a pleasure to indulge in and enjoy the finer things in life . we're all choosing the best part sounds from the wonderful, magnificent, Dr.Sax.Love. let's all enjoy music from the heart and soul .
Just found this channel and have been falling in love. Mark Maxwell is the best Sax player I've ever heard. And more than that, his compositions are spectacular. Lastly, putting together his TH-cam page with the visuals as well. A man of many talents. I will never look at Detroit the same again. Thank you Dr. SaxLove!
0.01Hr I was politely answering to your invitation. Epic ambiance indeed. Sweet to hear you again dear doctor. Winter, grey cloudy greetings but sun at heart for you all. Love
Man, I love that you love that version of "Why Don't You Do Right?" because I loved recording it and I, too, listening to it! Thanks for sharing that with me, Aquiles - I appreciate you! 🙏
@@DrSaxLove which is what I'm exactly looking for as I can't find this version anywhere except in your mixes, I want it as a stand alone! So if you will please, redirect me to that destination.
I know nobody cares, but this was my first introduction to Dr. Saxlove. Since then, there is no other saxophonist!! HE'S THE BESSSSTESSST😘 nothing but positivity and love in his life and he shares it with all!! 🤗 wish I could spend one day with him & his beautiful wife and dogs 😀✌️TY DR-SAXLOVE!!!
I care, Michele, and I thank you so much for the your very sweet and kind words. Thank YOU so much for listening to my music, and thank YOU so much for taking the time to reach out to me. Greetings, gratitude, and much love to you from Ann Arbor! ~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
"It was a quiet night in the city that knows how to keep its secrets. One man still searches for answers to life's persistent questions. That's me, Guy Noir. At least... it used to be."
After years of listening to the doctor I’m still awe of the moods you convey. When I was in my late teens living in Houston late weeknights my brother and I would slip quietly in the White Glove club on south main to listen to the Liz Grey trio singing the classic torch songs of the 40s & 50s. My love for standards still burns as brightly as ever. Thank you!
A cloudy day, with all hues of gray, a rainy day at home. You look out the window holding a cup of green tea and see the puddles being dented by the rain water. Hypnotically, you slip softly into remembering back. Back in time you remember him, how he smelled in his favorite cologne, You remember his soft kisses and how he was your entire life. How in love you were. But that was a long time ago and it is raining outside. Just a velvet remembrance of one of the men you loved. The cat purrs and rubs up against your ankles and you are back in this time and this place. For one precious moment you remember how it was to love and be loved on a rainy day.
I am a 15 year old and my grandad always plays oldies jams and jazz when I spend time with him and that has made me falllll in love with this music. I am in my room listening to jazz on a Saturday night 😹😹. Wouldn’t change it tho.
Awesome, Briana - I'm thrilled you're diggin' this music! Your grandad obviously has excellent taste in music. Much love to you, sister .. I appreciate you! ❤️Dr. SaxLove 🙏
What does it say about me that I’m enjoying this perfectly on a Sunday morning... while making breakfast/brunch? It had to be you.... Thank you Dr. SaxLove - again❣️🎁🎷🌅
@KoolGrannie Nance just saw your response... Sorry it took so long..YEP!! DR-SAXLOVE IS THE BEST!! Been having a rough go in my life with PTSD at 65 years of age, & dr. saxlove makes it go away as long as I can hear him 😀🤗
"Glad to be here" said you few months back? Today has the link! Monuments of art are to be found in situ, so I'll take opportunity to thank TH-cam, once more, to reunite us around the world. Happy New Year to all
Miss Briest had gone home hours ago. I sat alone in my office late into the night going over the events of the last few days in my head one more time. Another philandering husband trying to pull the wool over his wife's eyes. An executive with a corner office on the top floor of the downtown corporate headquarters for some auto manufacturer. Didn't matter which one. Six figures a year, a healthy end-of-year bonus each December, and a large house in a leafy green neighborhood with well-manicured lawns on the old east side. What did matter was Kermit Goad's running around with a young secretary he'd hired a few months back. Some shapely victory girl with auburn hair called Babs, who did her bit on the home front. Couldn't file, answer the telephone, or make a pot of coffee to save her life. Always fixed her hair and make-up while sitting at her desk though. Immaculate fingernails too. Typing was not a term with which she was familiar. Beauty school dropout rather than business college was my guess. Easy on the old eyes though. Meanwhile, Mrs. Goad had something cooking on her own side of the marital bed. A porkchop in his mid-30s named Carlton something-or-other-the-third, who helped her avoid domestic duties two or three times a week. Tall. Tan. Broad shoulders. Blue eyes. Prematurely salt and pepper. An ample helping of afternoon delight in a crested navy blazer and creased chinos with horse bit loafers off the courts. They called it tennis lessons. But I had a few furtive photos of their grand slams taken through the blinds of some no tell hotel north of town along Route 27 where they met. No way anyone would confuse it with Wimbledon. A newly restrung racket and a fresh can of balls? Forget about it. Game, set, and match seemed to be the last thing on the minds of Mrs. Goad and her pal Carlton. Tennis elbow wasn't exactly what troubled him, though, following these routine trysts based on those same pictures, which occupied a folder in the filing cabinet behind me. It was pretty clear why he wasn't what you'd call loquacious in the immediate aftermath. That and the rosy expression on her face. One afternoon over lunch at her country club, Mrs. Goad obliquely spilled the beans to a couple of girlfriends who knew the score. The latter had inquired through exaggerated whispers how things were going. All that the dishy Mrs. G. let slip was that the bronzed tennis coach was really helping her game. In short, he did everything. I'd just poured myself another slug of the rot-gut and tossed the almost empty bottle back into the bottom drawer when the door opened. And there she was. A brunette in a hat. A tall drink of water. No ring. She sat down, took out a cigarette from a leather case in her handbag, tapped the end a couple of times, and waited for me to light it. I clicked open my Zippo and asked her to tell me everything. From the beginning. Turned out she was an assistant professor at the local college. A textile and design historian who wore vintage. Said she had a problem. A couple of heavies working for The Dean of Students were leaning on her to give a passing grade to some obnoxious rich kid named Connor from Chicago. He was a real yahoo with a fade haircut, flip-flops whatever the weather, and a Vineyard Vines ball cap worn backwards 24/7. The latest iPhone permanently attached to his left hand. Late model car. His own credit card and a furnished apartment in a nice area off campus. All the trappings of upper middle class life without any of the polish. Barbed wire tattoo around an upper arm. False bravado. False bonhomie. A loud voice, forced laugh, and coarse sense of humor. Always performing for his four or five fraternity droogs, who were in the class too. Saw nothing wrong in filling the room with a green cloud of his own stench just for laughs. A real gem. But young Connor had other issues when it came to his performance in the course. Sporadic attendance. Unprepared when he bothered to turn up. Wasted others' time in class. Slipshod work turned in two or three days after project deadlines. Like clockwork. Acted like the world owed him something. Began every utterance with "Dude, I'm an athlete. . ." Indulged. Entitled. Complacent. Chronically disengaged from life at 19 or 20. Given everything possible by Mother and Father except a clue. Yet unwavering in the certainty that he'd change the world six months after graduation and an unpaid internship. You get the picture. It was the usual late millennial Gen Z story. Not that I'm a cynic or anything. I spotted a clean glass on a bookshelf across the room and went to get it. Asked her to join me for the rest of the hooch before we discussed compensation. She said sure, thanks. And don't worry. Money was no object. As long as she didn't have to change the kid's grade. Of course, it'd be nice if I could get The Dean's goons off her back too. Before a formal grievance was filed, the college's Office of Mediation involved itself, and the papers got wind of everything. She slid a fat, unsealed envelope across the desk to me. I handed her the glass with the last of the Seagram's V.O. in the bottom, sat down again, and peeked inside. Looked like I'd take her case judging by the number of large bills. I'd needed a new taupe suit for some time anyway. It never dawned on me, though, to consider where a junior faculty member found that kind of dough. Still, I played along. "You must really want this problem to go away, Miss?" I raised an eyebrow, tossed the envelope back on the desk, and lit my own cigarette. "Noir. June Noir. Ph. D." Her voice was a throaty alto that reminded me of a young Kathleen Turner. Or maybe Lizabeth Scott in her prime after a swallow of second rate bourbon and an unfiltered Lucky. "There's more where that came from," she added and stubbed out the remainder of her cigarette in the heavy glass ashtray on her side of my desk. I replied that I didn't think it'd be a problem, opened my top drawer, and rifled through a sea of tangled paperclips, rubber bands, and the odd coin or two for some paper and a pencil, so we could hash out the precise details. Names, dates, addresses, and so forth. I shuffled around in the mess, distracted for about 90 seconds, so I never saw it coming. When I glanced up again, she was right there. The hat was gone. She grabbed hold of my loosened tie and planted a hungry kiss on my lips before I knew what hit me. For a split second, I wondered how much reading she assigned her students each week. And whether she relied on lecturing, or used a flipped classroom. Pedagogy. Active learning? Student-centered? Collaborative? Who knew? It was all the same to me. Before I could say anything, the professor ran her hands through the hair on the back of my neck as I stood from my chair in shock. She leaned into me for another kiss. Opened her mouth. Suddenly, every nerve in my body woke up, and I felt like I was on fire. I hadn't been kissed like that in a long time. I liked it. A lot. Natural instincts took over. I wrapped my arms around her and returned the favor. That's when my real troubles began. . .
Ya know I’ve never known about this genre of music and the last comment I saw that was similar to this was from a book I think. I was about to comment “Man I really hope you didn’t write this all from scratch,” but the comments would prove me wrong good job man
Very cool, Nathan ... thrilled to know this music inspires you, sax brother. Btw, we have backing tracks if you're interested -> backingtracks.pro. 🙏 I appreciate your kind words! 😊
Exactly what I have been missing In my life...I pay for jazz radio...but this is what I need keep it coming! And I'll forget about jazz radio an give you the money instead!
I've got the medicine you need, Moreno. And I am your humble servant, sir. 😊 Greetings, gratitude, and much love to you from Ann Arbor! ❤️~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
You know it's good when the music makes your lonely night to extra lonely.
An excellent compliment, Ray - put a smile on my face. Much love to you, brother! 🙏
couldn't agreed more..
Solitude, the gift.
RIGHT!
@@DrSaxLove jo no ok no k hi nnjnjn phnom. No I’m op by jo
It’s a light rain late in the night as you walk down the street. You see a dimly light neon sign with just a little light and a smooth saxophone pouring onto the sidewalk.
You step inside, place your fedora , umbrella & your trench coat on the coat hooks by the door. You find a place at the bar and raise a finger to the bartender. You ask for a Sazorac on the rocks. Now it’s time to listen to the sax player as she pours her heart out.
Just another silky late night just outside the French Quarter.
Beautiful! ❤️
Serious question: have you ever done this?
It should be: "here's to another silky late night just outside the French Quarter." Bravo nontheless
Umbrella ???? Are you shittin' me ?
Well said.
Long ago I made my first visit to the Untited States, arriving in New York by an ocean liner. We stayed some days in a small hotel in Greenwich Village before taking the train to Washington DC. That night we were taken to a jazz/supper club and listened to music like this ........ Living the dream....
the fact that this has no ads is amazing
I know right! this is Great
2year adsless, life is good
HAPPINESS DOES EXIST 😁😁😁😁
o hlios o prasinos tha anathlei jana
Hoe nu weer? rotzooitje!
The sax section in "Why Don't You Do Right?" is brilliant. Love the playing.
I appreciate the love, Sal. I did that in a cabin in the woods somewhere near the coast by Santa Cruz, CA. I'm thrilled you enjoyed it! 🙏
Guess who feels so good to read your remark?????someone who said it long ago Cheers
@@DrSaxLove You are amazing!, i´m from México, and my dream is going to a place with music like this at midnight, excellent interpretation!
This is a thing from the time I learnt to love music. Music existed then in that meaningful realm. Never came at random. You went out to get it, then it had you. Loved you back.
We're watching the mist over Lake Superior as the evening settles in. Thinking of getting up to mix cocktails, but I'm so lulled by your music, that I don't seem to be moving. If only someone would deliver me a martini.
Slice of heaven right there, Marilynn. Martini sounds good right about now, doesn't it? 😎
coming up!
"shaken or stirred?"
I close my eyes. I’m with my love, in a small but elegant Jazz Club having dinner and drinks while chilling to the tunes. Or dressed to the nines at a swanky Jazz Palace , just being seen and grooving. Thank you , for your talent and Art.
I Remember back in daycare and kindergarten we would always take naps and my teacher would play smooth jazz to help us sleep those were good times I love jazz
what a shame I also worked in daycare, no more naps allowed, it’s work sheets and writing
That was some classy day care.
i have adhd which makes studying for my real estate courses a lot harder. something about this jazz is different from other videos. Thank you.
THAT ROUND' MIDNIGHT VERSION😍😍😍😍😍😍
Listening to this while working to keep me productive. Thanks!
Hope it goes well. ~Dr. SaxLove 😎
Did you solve the case?
🎷🎶...listening to this after hours to keep me reproductive! 🍷🌆😉💃
Beautiful sound of the sax.
The selection of ballads is spectacular and classic Jazz.
Very special moments to enjoy instrumental music.
December 2020. Who is listening to this song ???
If you are reading this, I wish with all my heart that all the goals that you fight for every day are met.
Have faith that they will come true!
Thanks for taking the time to read.
💖💖💖🤞🤞🤞
It was a cool rainy night in LA and there was a smokey little bar ...somewhere off Sunset. Can't you just feel it? Beautiful!! ❤️💜💙
I'm right there with you, Judy. In fact, I've been in that bar on more than one occasion. 😎
To leave it all is not difficult when DoctorSaxlove plays waiting for our 'ears' to join him . OMG what a relief!!now the enjoyment insinuates and the troubles of the world fade away.......definitely my saviour. Who agrees? Love to you and around you, faithfully
Thanks for the love Palmyra 🥰🙏🎶🎷
You can practically hear the peaceful drowsiness in the entire mix, makes it feel real, as if the people playing this spent all night doing so.
Cigars, whiskey and rummy with my wife and adult son on the terrace overlooking the pool @ 8:00 pm.
Very nice!
The rain fell like the tears of angels, washing the devils away, leaving nothing but the grey mist of the human heart.
Thanks.
You've just made my day.
@@TheHoodedWarden I'm running a Noire role playing game right now, and I try to do intros to every session with something like that.
sem sono nesta madrugada curtindo essa maravilha eterna que é o jazz
Took me a while to find this type of jazz, I like it when its: old themed, not to light and not to dark, and slow
I'm thrilled you're feeling it, Handsome One. 😊 Much love to you, brother! ❤️~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
I like hearing music like that jazz I like black and Jazz all kind of jazz homie smooth and comfortable and relaxed
Happy you're diggin' this music, Peggy. Sending love and gratitude your way, sister! ❤️ 🙏
These old jazz standards were and always will be so wonderfully to listen to, to play and to be with someone you really love. Thank you so much.
These Noir Jazz playlists are going to ease the pain of my SAD. So glad I found these gems❤️🔥
One of the best jazz playlists of all-time!
The snow had a light drizzle on your way home from work u hear the sweet sound of jazz u follow the music u walk into the bar with a live preformce u order a round or 2 and listen as the jazz soothes your soul
This music is sophicated ,songs of choice almost not quite like down home blues.a pleasure to indulge in and enjoy the finer things in life . we're all choosing the best part sounds from the wonderful, magnificent, Dr.Sax.Love. let's all enjoy music from the heart and soul .
Set to .75 speed and it becomes the melancholic sleep track you’ve been looking for
At .75 it becomes distorted.
Thanks for the Jazz helps me with my writer’s block
Just found this channel and have been falling in love.
Mark Maxwell is the best Sax player I've ever heard. And more than that, his compositions are spectacular. Lastly, putting together his TH-cam page with the visuals as well. A man of many talents.
I will never look at Detroit the same again.
Thank you Dr. SaxLove!
You're welcome Cypher 🙏 And a thank you goest right back at you. Those are some kind words, I appreciate you saying all of that. 🙏❤️🎶🎷
Fabulous all the way through. Ending with Angel Eyes…those last notes…genius…
19:15 that ending is heart melting
1409: the harmony between sax (DrSaxlove's only) and this piano is a pure delight! Thks and much love.
Glad you enjoy it Palmyra 🙏
If perfection were human......this would fly high!!!!!! Thank you again and again..Love
You're welcome Palmyra, thank you for the love 🙏🥰🎶🎷
This is great to learn code to! For me at least, not too slow, not too fast and just enough pep!
Thank you for such beautiful music. I could listen to this all day long!
Onde estas
My kind of jazz my kind of music just love it💕💕💕🎷🎷🎷🎵🎵🎵
0.01Hr I was politely answering to your invitation. Epic ambiance indeed. Sweet to hear you again dear doctor. Winter, grey cloudy greetings but sun at heart for you all. Love
Revisiting my childhood memories by reading some fear street novels, as this music playing in the background, so cozy 🤩📚 🕯️🍁
The perfect backdrop to romance.
True.
Sultry...I love this.. Sets the mood perfectly. Thank you again♡
Perfect suggestion. Absolutely!
Glad you think so, Jayati! Greetings, gratitude, and much love to you from Ann Arbor! ❤️~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
"Why Don't You Do Right? What a joy.
Man, I love that you love that version of "Why Don't You Do Right?" because I loved recording it and I, too, listening to it! Thanks for sharing that with me, Aquiles - I appreciate you! 🙏
@@DrSaxLove which is what I'm exactly looking for as I can't find this version anywhere except in your mixes, I want it as a stand alone! So if you will please, redirect me to that destination.
I know nobody cares, but this was my first introduction to Dr. Saxlove. Since then, there is no other saxophonist!! HE'S THE BESSSSTESSST😘 nothing but positivity and love in his life and he shares it with all!! 🤗 wish I could spend one day with him & his beautiful wife and dogs 😀✌️TY DR-SAXLOVE!!!
I care, Michele, and I thank you so much for the your very sweet and kind words. Thank YOU so much for listening to my music, and thank YOU so much for taking the time to reach out to me. Greetings, gratitude, and much love to you from Ann Arbor! ~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
Piano is mesmerising
Such good players, aren't they? It was a great pleasure and honor to perform with them. Much love to you, Sita! ❤️~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
It's 7:30pm here and this is how my Monday comes to an end.
"It was a quiet night in the city that knows how to keep its secrets. One man still searches for answers to life's persistent questions. That's me, Guy Noir. At least... it used to be."
Absolutely ROMANTIC
Dr + sax + 1h = love. This is the perfect équation! Love from Paris dr
After years of listening to the doctor I’m still awe of the moods you convey. When I was in my late teens living in Houston late weeknights my brother and I would slip quietly in the White Glove club on south main to listen to the Liz Grey trio singing the classic torch songs of the 40s & 50s. My love for standards still burns as brightly as ever. Thank you!
A cloudy day, with all hues of gray, a rainy day at home. You look out the window holding a cup of green tea and see the puddles being dented by the rain water. Hypnotically, you slip softly into remembering back. Back in time you remember him, how he smelled in his favorite cologne, You remember his soft kisses and how he was your entire life. How in love you were. But that was a long time ago and it is raining outside. Just a velvet remembrance of one of the men you loved. The cat purrs and rubs up against your ankles and you are back in this time and this place. For one precious moment you remember how it was to love and be loved on a rainy day.
Beautiful thoughts, Angela, and thanks so much for sharing them. I appreciate you! ❤️~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
あー、また睡眠用に丁度よさげなジャズを見つけてしまった･･･。Dr.SaxLoveさん、最高です。
私はあなたの優しい言葉、友人に感謝します、そして私はここデトロイトの私の家からあなたに愛と感謝を送ります。🙏
I am a 15 year old and my grandad always plays oldies jams and jazz when I spend time with him and that has made me falllll in love with this music. I am in my room listening to jazz on a Saturday night 😹😹. Wouldn’t change it tho.
Awesome, Briana - I'm thrilled you're diggin' this music! Your grandad obviously has excellent taste in music. Much love to you, sister .. I appreciate you! ❤️Dr. SaxLove 🙏
@@DrSaxLove Thank you sir! 😄❤️
This is why I love jazz.
What does it say about me that I’m enjoying this perfectly on a Sunday morning... while making breakfast/brunch? It had to be you....
Thank you Dr. SaxLove - again❣️🎁🎷🌅
Always my honor and pleasure, Cheryl. Thanks for listening, and thanks so much for taking the time to reach out to me. I appreciate you! 🙏
That's exactly the classic Noire Jazz as in game L.A. Noire, very nice.....
OMG!! I JUST FOUND YOU, DR. SAXLOVE!! Your music is sooooo beautiful, that it made me cry.💜
I'm thrilled you're feeling it, Michele. Welcome, and much love to you! ~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
@KoolGrannie Nance just saw your response... Sorry it took so long..YEP!! DR-SAXLOVE IS THE BEST!! Been having a rough go in my life with PTSD at 65 years of age, & dr. saxlove makes it go away as long as I can hear him 😀🤗
I love coming back to this incredible music time and time again right on Dr Saxlove keep doing what you do
I appreciate the encouragement, Jeff, and I appreciate your presence in this space. THANK YOU SO MUCH! 🙏
Happy Valentine's Day. Jazz under the stars with a glass of wine💖🎷🥂
The most beautiful music i've ever listened. Thank you!!!!
A huge compliment, Gabriel - I appreciate the love, brother! 🙏
Beauty of soul and dynamite to the spirit. The sounds here are what I dream of floating to.
24:54
"Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter."
Ave, true to Caesar.
"Glad to be here" said you few months back? Today has the link! Monuments of art are to be found in situ, so I'll take opportunity to thank TH-cam, once more, to reunite us around the world. Happy New Year to all
Glad you are here Palmyra. Happy New Year! 🎉🙌❤️
At work listening to smooth jazz helps the day 2 pass but its only the beginning to set the tone. For my evening
Thats what it is all about. Keeping you calm and smooth throughout the day and night. ~Dr. SaxLove
Miss Briest had gone home hours ago. I sat alone in my office late into the night going over the events of the last few days in my head one more time. Another philandering husband trying to pull the wool over his wife's eyes. An executive with a corner office on the top floor of the downtown corporate headquarters for some auto manufacturer. Didn't matter which one. Six figures a year, a healthy end-of-year bonus each December, and a large house in a leafy green neighborhood with well-manicured lawns on the old east side.
What did matter was Kermit Goad's running around with a young secretary he'd hired a few months back. Some shapely victory girl with auburn hair called Babs, who did her bit on the home front. Couldn't file, answer the telephone, or make a pot of coffee to save her life. Always fixed her hair and make-up while sitting at her desk though. Immaculate fingernails too. Typing was not a term with which she was familiar. Beauty school dropout rather than business college was my guess. Easy on the old eyes though.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Goad had something cooking on her own side of the marital bed. A porkchop in his mid-30s named Carlton something-or-other-the-third, who helped her avoid domestic duties two or three times a week. Tall. Tan. Broad shoulders. Blue eyes. Prematurely salt and pepper. An ample helping of afternoon delight in a crested navy blazer and creased chinos with horse bit loafers off the courts.
They called it tennis lessons. But I had a few furtive photos of their grand slams taken through the blinds of some no tell hotel north of town along Route 27 where they met. No way anyone would confuse it with Wimbledon. A newly restrung racket and a fresh can of balls? Forget about it. Game, set, and match seemed to be the last thing on the minds of Mrs. Goad and her pal Carlton.
Tennis elbow wasn't exactly what troubled him, though, following these routine trysts based on those same pictures, which occupied a folder in the filing cabinet behind me. It was pretty clear why he wasn't what you'd call loquacious in the immediate aftermath. That and the rosy expression on her face. One afternoon over lunch at her country club, Mrs. Goad obliquely spilled the beans to a couple of girlfriends who knew the score. The latter had inquired through exaggerated whispers how things were going. All that the dishy Mrs. G. let slip was that the bronzed tennis coach was really helping her game.
In short, he did everything.
I'd just poured myself another slug of the rot-gut and tossed the almost empty bottle back into the bottom drawer when the door opened. And there she was. A brunette in a hat. A tall drink of water. No ring. She sat down, took out a cigarette from a leather case in her handbag, tapped the end a couple of times, and waited for me to light it. I clicked open my Zippo and asked her to tell me everything. From the beginning.
Turned out she was an assistant professor at the local college. A textile and design historian who wore vintage. Said she had a problem. A couple of heavies working for The Dean of Students were leaning on her to give a passing grade to some obnoxious rich kid named Connor from Chicago.
He was a real yahoo with a fade haircut, flip-flops whatever the weather, and a Vineyard Vines ball cap worn backwards 24/7. The latest iPhone permanently attached to his left hand. Late model car. His own credit card and a furnished apartment in a nice area off campus. All the trappings of upper middle class life without any of the polish. Barbed wire tattoo around an upper arm. False bravado. False bonhomie. A loud voice, forced laugh, and coarse sense of humor. Always performing for his four or five fraternity droogs, who were in the class too. Saw nothing wrong in filling the room with a green cloud of his own stench just for laughs. A real gem.
But young Connor had other issues when it came to his performance in the course. Sporadic attendance. Unprepared when he bothered to turn up. Wasted others' time in class. Slipshod work turned in two or three days after project deadlines. Like clockwork. Acted like the world owed him something. Began every utterance with "Dude, I'm an athlete. . ." Indulged. Entitled. Complacent. Chronically disengaged from life at 19 or 20. Given everything possible by Mother and Father except a clue. Yet unwavering in the certainty that he'd change the world six months after graduation and an unpaid internship.
You get the picture. It was the usual late millennial Gen Z story. Not that I'm a cynic or anything.
I spotted a clean glass on a bookshelf across the room and went to get it. Asked her to join me for the rest of the hooch before we discussed compensation. She said sure, thanks. And don't worry. Money was no object. As long as she didn't have to change the kid's grade. Of course, it'd be nice if I could get The Dean's goons off her back too. Before a formal grievance was filed, the college's Office of Mediation involved itself, and the papers got wind of everything.
She slid a fat, unsealed envelope across the desk to me. I handed her the glass with the last of the Seagram's V.O. in the bottom, sat down again, and peeked inside. Looked like I'd take her case judging by the number of large bills. I'd needed a new taupe suit for some time anyway. It never dawned on me, though, to consider where a junior faculty member found that kind of dough. Still, I played along.
"You must really want this problem to go away, Miss?" I raised an eyebrow, tossed the envelope back on the desk, and lit my own cigarette.
"Noir. June Noir. Ph. D." Her voice was a throaty alto that reminded me of a young Kathleen Turner. Or maybe Lizabeth Scott in her prime after a swallow of second rate bourbon and an unfiltered Lucky. "There's more where that came from," she added and stubbed out the remainder of her cigarette in the heavy glass ashtray on her side of my desk.
I replied that I didn't think it'd be a problem, opened my top drawer, and rifled through a sea of tangled paperclips, rubber bands, and the odd coin or two for some paper and a pencil, so we could hash out the precise details. Names, dates, addresses, and so forth. I shuffled around in the mess, distracted for about 90 seconds, so I never saw it coming.
When I glanced up again, she was right there. The hat was gone. She grabbed hold of my loosened tie and planted a hungry kiss on my lips before I knew what hit me. For a split second, I wondered how much reading she assigned her students each week. And whether she relied on lecturing, or used a flipped classroom. Pedagogy. Active learning? Student-centered? Collaborative? Who knew? It was all the same to me.
Before I could say anything, the professor ran her hands through the hair on the back of my neck as I stood from my chair in shock. She leaned into me for another kiss. Opened her mouth. Suddenly, every nerve in my body woke up, and I felt like I was on fire.
I hadn't been kissed like that in a long time. I liked it. A lot. Natural instincts took over. I wrapped my arms around her and returned the favor. That's when my real troubles began. . .
Bloody brilliant mate.
Damn good work my dude just like a perfect hors d’oeuvres, you got me wanting more till the very end.
Thanks, gentlemen! I had a lot of fun writing this, and must come back to it at some point.
Holy crap, you popped off. Amazing!
Ya know I’ve never known about this genre of music and the last comment I saw that was similar to this was from a book I think. I was about to comment “Man I really hope you didn’t write this all from scratch,” but the comments would prove me wrong good job man
"The music told me things about life not even the never-ending rain outside could adress."
"I LOVE THE TEMPO AND THE ACCOUSTICS , AINT IT NICE TO HAVE YOU AS A SHARING FRIEND OF JAZZ...THANKS!!!..SERIOUSLY
The mix for these is amazing. It inspired me to pull out my Fake Book's from high school.
Very cool, Nathan ... thrilled to know this music inspires you, sax brother. Btw, we have backing tracks if you're interested -> backingtracks.pro. 🙏 I appreciate your kind words! 😊
Smooooooth...goodnight..
Thank you Dr SaxLove for the sentimental night....
So relaxing time…
"Night and Day" this music keeps me calm and relaxed! Thank you. :)
Ah this is so good, classy cool 😎
Thank u once again Dr. Sax love
Thanks DR. Love JAZZ FOR A NODER BEAUTIFUL MUSIC I LOVE 👌 👌
I'm thrilled your enjoying this one, too, Carmelo. I love that Late Night Jazz Club feeling, don't you?
@@DrSaxLove Ooooo Yeeeaaaaasaaa
Exactly what I have been missing In my life...I pay for jazz radio...but this is what I need keep it coming! And I'll forget about jazz radio an give you the money instead!
Excellent music to listen to while eating dinner as sun sets
Just, lovely
Realmente Dr Sax. Momento que encanta.
Estoy encantado y feliz de que disfrutes esta música, Mauri. Saludos y cariño para ti desde Detroit!
This is some of the most beautiful music I have ever heard. Thanks Dr. SaxLove!
Very VERY high praise indeed, Sheila... I'm humbled and honored. Than so much for taking the time to reach out to me - much love to you!
Suave e encantador.
This is so calming thank you
Have a blessed day and don't work too hard ☕🍵👌
Thanks, Carmelo. Have an awesome day, wherever you are in the world! 🙏
@@DrSaxLove I AM FRON NEW HAVEN CT
@Carmelo Rosario Ah, excellent... greetings from cold and rainy Detroit! 🌧😁
@@DrSaxLove here is the same could and raining old day
I wish I had some cold whiskey and a rob haha..thank you Dr. SaxLove
Soothing. Thank you.
So good to listen too.
I'm thrilled you enjoy it, Charlotte. Much love to you, sister! 🙏
Gloomy day, raining, coolness in the air...
Throughout playing love it.Thanks!
Seriously! Doctor in The House!!! Thanks, Dr. SaxLove. Ideal for a rainy night in Cape Town. Dig you, Doctor! Thank you.
I've got the medicine you need, Moreno. And I am your humble servant, sir. 😊 Greetings, gratitude, and much love to you from Ann Arbor! ❤️~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
Night and Day, one of my Top Favourite songs, sung or instrumental.....love it...💕💕🍸🍸
Night and day, you are the one ... 😊 Much love to you, Maria! 😘
@@DrSaxLove what a cool name you have...
😘🍷😏
Dr. Sax, like Jack Kerouac. I can dig it.
Don't applause... snap your fingers. 😎
A date night with the Dr. And tequila 💙 smooth groove and the two.... (my own lil world)
Listening to this while reading Call of Cthulhu.
Nice. Fits so well...
Great story, great music
ia ia Cthulhu fhtagn !!!
What a coincidence, i read that book the last night...
HP Lovecraft - one of the greatest horror writers.
happy Sunday folks.....m bonding with my modules #solute Dr Sax love#
Thank you for your videos and sharing talent! More power and may God bless you more! 👍
São temas para ouvir e sonhar.
i really like the way you've put indicator bars for the individual songs-- makes it easy to find one again you really like
Ooh ahh 💕some excellent tunes.
It had to be you, Man what a great swinging sound from this saxist extraudinaire and
I appreciate your kind words, Maurice! ~Dr. SaxLove 🙏
excellent when reading & studying. Thanks.
It's just really sexy relaxed music at its best. I always enjoy what you do. Night And Day is one of my favorites. Thank you🙏🏾💝☺️😊😊
"Night & day, you are the one!" I'm a big fan of yours, Estelle - did you know that? 😎Much love to you! 😘