Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

It begins to tell round midnight, midnight

I do pretty well till after sundown

Supper time i'm feelin sad

But it gets really bad round midnight

Round Midnight

Thelonius Monk

1944

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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