Isaak
James.

The standards,
with the safety off.

Isaak James sings the American songbook the way Louis Prima worked a room and Big Joe Turner counted it off — fast, warm, sweating through the black tie. The band swings until the room forgets to sit down.

But there's a shadow under the black tie. Velvet and a low red bulb, a love song that might mean you harm, a martini going warm in your hand. Beautiful, and a little wrong — a night you remember in the wrong order.