This is Dark Alley Jazz, if Dark Alley Jazz were set 50 years in the future. This playlist is here to encapsulate the feelings going through the mind of some console cowboy as they wait at the light in a rainy megatropolis while out shopping for cigarettes.
Who is selling the cigarettes?
An older lady. She’ll tell you something about the way things used to be, and you’ll smile kind of sadly.
When did you first come to this hole in the wall selling cigarettes?
It doesn’t matter. They’re everywhere.
Are there any megacorporations?
Oh, there are several. But no more. Not enough room in the market for that.