Night blues

One living room. A trumpet, a guitar, rainymood.com. Shut your eyes and pretend you are in a jazz bar in downtown Chicago in the fifties, everything in black and white, smoke escaping from pursed lips and permeating the worn carpeted interior. A mix between Mad Men and that really great Jonathan Creek episode where the blind trumpet player turned out to be not so blind. I obviously don't know enough things about trumpets if that is my first reference obviously.

Also you can never go wrong with an improvised song about John Berger's Ways of Seeing and Simon and Garfunkel.