Swing and Electro-Swing playlist. Enjoy!
That Man - Caro Emerald / That’s Alright - Laura Mvula / Sing Sing Sing - Benny Goodman Band / Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - Jumpin’ Jack / No Swinging - Black Cat Zoot / A Cool Cat in Town - Tape Five / St James. Ballroom - Alice Francis / Dixie Biscuit - Tape Five / Hoochie Coochie Girls - Circus Contraption / Shoot Him Down - Alice Francis (Parov Stelar Rmx) / Bad Boy Good Man - Tape Five / Booty Swing - Parov Stelar / Pantaloons - Tape Five / Glam - Dimie Cat / Bella Belle - Electric Swing Circus / Rock it For Me - Caravan Palace / Don’t Stop - Little Violet / The Queen of Swing - Swingrowers + Gypsy Hill / Everybody Wants To Be A Cat - Electric Swing Circus / Bambous - Caravan Palace
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[ Forrest tilted his head a mere fraction of a degree and even went so far as to twist around to see what might be behind him. Nothing. Perhaps the man was just drunk or something? He turned back around slowly. ]
"Yyyyes. And you’re… Mister…"
[ Mister… What was his… Brooklyn? Clay? Forrest hesitated and brought his hand forward to shake to give him a second’s worth of time. ]
"Yessir, that’d be me. Just—call me Thomas. ‘Mister’ is the girl’s thing."
[ Straight to the point. "He’s different." That’s what the girl had said. And—he was no expert—judging by the kiddo’s ill complexion and gauntly limbs, well, clearly he had some sort of distaste for sunlight. And perhaps a high metabolism. ]
"If you’re lookin’ for Ellie she ain’t here. Went to a friends house for the weekend. You can come in if you want—have a drink, since Ellie decided to spill all the beans on you."
[ Might as well sort out this mess. Thomas made way to the kitchen for a drink of his own. ]
Lighter Than Air - Bioshock Infinite
There is a big red button in their bus shelter.
She desperately wants to push it, but the fact that the button is red is reason enough to be wary about doing so. She has two hypotheses: either the button is some kind of emergency police-summoner… or it will turn on the heater residing just above it.
The wind rattles ominously against the panes of glass surrounding them and slips under the cracks at their feet. Fuck, is it ever cold.
Julie spares a side glance at the person sharing her shelter and points to the metal box. “Do you think it’s safe to press?”
The wind was certainly no friend of her’s.
Winter and early Spring were quite charming, the snow most definitely comforting unlike what Mr. Brooklyn claimed it to be. But the wind? No no no! She didn’t like the wind. It bit at her skin, and made her nose all dry and runny. Luckily the bus shelter provided just what it was—shelter.
It took a moment to realise the other was speaking to her, and before Elsie could respond to the other’s question, she leaned a bit to look at said button. "Oh! It is. Hopefully this one works though."
“Most of the other stops don’t work.”