Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 1 October 2015

It begins to tell

Round midnight, midnight

I do pretty well till after sundown

Suppertime i'm feelin' sad ;

But it really gets bad

Round Midnight

(Williams.Haneghen,Monk)

Carmen MacRae

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Lost Weekend
1945

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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