Jazz & Drama by Discojuice

It's a dark night outside, soft lights inside a smokey live music club. Three men sits at the same table drinking...

D: Fella owned this place back then, cat named Dix Dwyer, he let slip to Louis that I played. So Pops, he just waves me right up. My heart about stopped. But I got up there all the same, and we played for nearly twenty minutes.
V: Unbelievable... (to M) You hearing this?
M: How'd you do?
D: How do you think? You ain't shit when you playing next to Louis Armstrong. But, Dippermouth, he was kind. He could see me trying. He carried my ass as best he could.
V: Remember what you played?
D: Most vividly. "Potato Head Blues," "Sleepy Time Down South...then Pops laid some "Cornet Chop Suey" on me, and left me in the dust like a whipped dog.
V: Whipped dog?
D: Whipped dog on a wet night.
V: Crowd dig it?
D: The crowd was most kind. I was born in 1945, but that was the moment of my conception.
Right here in the used-to-be crowded room.
V: Crowd's not here now?
D: Oh, Jazz ain't the draw it used to be.
V: But the place looks great.
D: Only 'cause I got the wherewithal to finance keepin' it up on my own.
V: What a great story. I'll tell the folks in Culiacan and Bogota that story.
D: You know the people in Culiacan and Bogota?
V: 'Fraid so.
D: And here I thought you were such a cool guy.
V: I am a cool guy. With a job I was hired to do. You know how it is.
M: Let him go, Vincent.
V: I'm working here.
M: You're the one who keeps talking about going with the flow. You like the man, you like the way he plays. How about a little jazz, huh?
V: Improvisation? That's funny from you. Okay, some jazz for the jazz man. How's this? I'll ask a question?
D: What question?
V: Jazz question. You get it right, we roll. You disappear. Tonight. You don't go home, you don't pack a bag, you leave town... and nobody, I mean nobody, ever hears from you or sees you again.
D: How do I know you'll keep your word?
V: I never lie. Ask M. M, have I lied?
M: No. No. He hasn't lied...
D: Means you're a man who lives on reputation. I will take your word. And I will give you mine. If I walk out of here tonight, I'd go so far away, it'd be just like I was dead. And one more thing. Those guys and their man, here, what's his name, Felix?
V: Yeah.
D: Tell them, if by some chance I get this wrong... you tell them I had to. They laid a grant of immunity on me. So it was flip and play ball or go back inside. I ain't goin' back inside.
V: Sure.
D: Lay it on.
V: It's simple. What was Louis' first musical instrument?
D: I know all there is to know about Louis.
V: Then let's have it.
MAX: It was a trumpet! Wasn't it? Wasn't it a trumpet?
D: Cornet. Bought it from a New Orleans pawnshop when he was a kid. Cost him five dollars. Got a two dollar advance on his salary from a fine Jewish family he worked for, saved up the rest.

...a frozen moment. An endless pause. Max not even breathing, staring at Vincent, waiting... a beat of regret... and V's gun came up so fast, M didn't even see it. Three small pops shot by a .22 caliber Ruger gun with a thick, silent barrel. Three small holes. And D's head falls forward.

V: Tin horn. Cost him a dime. Rode the junk wagon and played for the neighborhood. People sold them stuff. Rags. Bottles. Whatever.

^Taken from the original script of the movie "COLLATERAL" (2004).

Tracklist

1.	Jazz Me	6:54

2.	Come Now	6:56

3.	Drama	9:49

4.	Do Not Sleep (feat. Antioco)	6:47

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released July 16, 2021

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