Cowboy Bebop Jazz + RainyMood

Song List: 0:00 Farewell Blues (alternate take) 4:28 Memory 6:00 Waltz for Zizi 9:31 Kawaisou na Faye (Lip Cream)

And I'm back here again. It's a sad night, but hey, it doesn't look like we're alone. Cheers.

Feeling like I’m better off alone, but i can’t shake the thought of being lonely, but if cowboy bebop taught me anything. “Instead of feeling alone in a group it’s better to have real solitude all by yourself”

You can tell just by reading the comments section what type of emotions this music invokes, it reminds me why Bebop was such a good anime, although I don't rly need any reminders

Well, whatever happens, happens

"There once was a tiger striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, revived and lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he didn’t really care for. The cat wasn’t afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a stray cat, which meant he was free. He met a white female cat, and the two of them spent their days together happily. Well, years passed, and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger striped cat cried a million times, and then he died too. Except this time, he didn’t come back to life."

He carries himself with a facade of coolness, with a kind of sympathetic indifference. Like a man of solitude, a man of the past.

I just read every comment on this video and I have come to a certain conclusion “Men always seem to think about their past before they die, as though they were frantically searching for that they lived” you’re all here thinking about your past listening to a slow jazz song about a man in another world doing the same. And the sad thing you have to except is, not everybody gets a happy ending. “You’re gonna carry that weight.”

And just like that.. she was gone. I found love for what felt like a second and then she had to move on.

I was in my early twenties when I first saw cowboy bebop and it was some of the best times of my life. 10 years later listening to this wants to make me cry...good times.

It's one of those damn winter nights. Where the light and melancholy charm of Christmas has passed and all you're left with are these cold, bitter nights and equally bitter regrets. All I can do to the pass them time is sit at my desk, keyboard and mountain dew in hand, and long for the good ol' days of lolcats and rage faces. And then she walks in... Her hair tied tight in hot pink curlers, her slippers covered in a fine layer of cat hair.. She looks me over and the corners of her rouge lips turn downwards. "If you're gonna live under my house, you're gonna like under my rules, bucko." My mother never did quite get the concept of privacy, the old broad.

I always loved her. been with her since 17 in high school. We were city kids, both grew up with nothing but false promises and broken families. Hustled our way through life to eat really made us tough people. Tough enough to not let anyone into our heart... that is until we met each other. as time went on I went to college upstate almost 7 hours away with a bunch of people from around the area or from long island. Everybody wanted to be this edgy tough guy/girl by being dicks to each other, typical jock school... i hated every single day there. I felt I was around a bunch of clones but I did it for her. I finally graduated and went back to my beloved city and started working in the business world as a manager of finance. I was doing awesome but she wasnt... I did everything I could to support her and then one day she was gone. R.I.P Mary 11/15 The only girl I talk to now is nice cup of blanche.

5 years ago I stumbled into this gin joint of a comment section and just read. Hoping my life could start after such a big trip up. 5 years later I come back a recovering addict of a handful of drugs and alcohol. No more wishing it would start and fill up. Now my heart is made up of mostly the scars where things used to be. 5 years ago I wanted life to start and now 5 years later I want it to end. Smarter men than me have pondered that big question of how fast time goes and luckier men have played the same cards and won out. My time at this table seems to be coming to end

Man...I REALLY needed this. Rough night, y'know?

Drinking whiskey and remembering better days... I think there were better days anyway...

So many sad souls in the comment section. I hope you can come back and have a laugh at your selves someday. I know I have. We've all been there and or will get there. Nothing like a good sadness to overwhelm you. You almost get addicted to it. Good luck brother and sisters. It's a long ride but a good one.

Today is her birthday... I wish I could I say to her how much I love her, How much I miss her. But instead I'm just here... Sitting all alone in the dark drinking my sorrows; watching the rain fall down and dreaming how wonderful life would be if I was next to her... I guess life is not a fairytale after all.. "Ever heard this story? There once was a tiger-striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, revived & lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he really didn't care for. The cat wasn't afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a stray cat which meant he was free. He met a white female cat & the two of them spent their days together happily. Well, years passed & the white cat grew weak & died of old age. The tiger-striped cat cried a million times, & then he died too. Except this time, he didn't come back to life."

These comments are just paragraphs of different noir stories, yet all of them seem so familiar...

You know, there are only so many people in life, who I can tolerate. So many crowds of faces I don't recognize. I don't care for any of these people, but I like to watch them. I look at them and I try to imagine, what it is like being them. I try to watch as much of life as I can. It flashes by. All you can hope for is catching all the glimpses you can.

This is great. "Goodnight Julia" would fit perfectly.