Fragments of Noir

Saturday, 21 December 2013

It was a morning, long before dawn

Without a warning, i found he was gone

How could he do it

Why should he do it

He never done it before

Am I Blue

(Akst/ Clarke)

Billie Holiday

1941

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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