Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 17 May 2012

You ain't never been blue

Till you've had that mood indigo

That feeling goes stealing down to my shoes

While i just sit here and sigh

Go along blues

Mood Indigo

(Ellington/ Bigard/ Mills)

1930

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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