Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 26 June 2018

Pardon me but i gotta run

The fact's uncommonly clear

I gotta find who's now number one

And why my angel eyes ain't here

Angel Eyes

(Taylor/Jones)

Anita O'Day

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Astor Alexander

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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