My posts during April form part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is Jazz and I've selected a variety of classics from across the board. I've mixed up the performers a bit though ...
Mack checked his watch. He'd arranged to meet his most recent 'voice on the phone' in the usual place in half an hour. Time to move to his observation spot to check they were on their own. Dressed head-to-toe in matt black, Mack blended right in with the locals who all favoured the pared down French hipster look. His checks complete, Mack stepped out from the shadows and called his client's name quietly.
Confirmation given that the hit was still on, money exchanged hands smoothly and both slipped away back into their own shadows. His mark was a mobster, about to give evidence putting away most of Chicago's big families - for a very long time. They'd tried everything - or should I say - everyone, but the mark was well protected. Except Mack had a special skill, one for which he was rightly famous - or was that infamous? He planned to make a call on the mark when he was still a small player, back in the fifties. 'Cos Mack could time travel - something which proved very useful in his line of work.
Dressed up to the nines, Mack stepped out in fifties Chicago. At total odds to his matt black hipster number, his look was so sharp, it was almost painful. A white sharkskin suit, black shirt, blood red tie, all coupled with black and white spats and a big fedora - you couldn't miss him and that's what Mack relied upon. Once he'd used his trusty flick knife to put the mark out of his misery, he simply ghosted round the corner, dropped his garish outfit in the dumpster, and moved back into the previous timezone to collect the rest of his fee. He held on to his gloves - suitably annointed with the mark's blood - as proof for the client.
Another Job well done, Mack.
© 2017 Debra Carey
Originally written in German in 1928 for The Threepenny Opera, it was translated in 1933 along with the rest of the play. There seems to have been bits and pieces of tinkering done the lyrics subsequently by various performers ...
The definitive recording is considered to be that by Bobby Darrin, and Satchmo also had a big hit with it. But I just love this live version by Ella, where she forgets the lyrics and simply makes some up. Such class!
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