Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Music was our wife and we loved her. We stayed with her, clothed her and put diamond rings on her hands.

Lionel Hampton

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Davide Beroni

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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