Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Ding goes the trolley

Bang goes the bell

Somebody call my second cousin

I'm not feeling very well

The Ghost Train

(Neale/Pett)

Rickie Lee Jones

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Astrid Kruse Jensen

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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