Just when you thought the neighborhood had lost all its character, you meet an elderly gentleman wearing a psychedelic Muhammad Ali t-shirt and a captain’s hat. We struck up a conversation about the importance of having many hats, how picking a certain hat helps set the tone and mood for the day. He has 4 fedoras (his favorite from France, bought in Paris, 1957, for $30), six cowboy hats, three captains hats (a white one with gold trim for when he vacations in Long Island), two sombreros, a variety of scally and skull caps, and many, many others. In total 74.
Not sure about the lesson here, but I wish some people shut the fuck up about nonsense, and paid more attention to what hat they’re wearing. It might just make us all a little bit more interesting.
Elements of Noir maneuver through territories of the desperate, the melancholic, the heartbreaking and the violent. Here’s a trio of jazz mixes I made that touch the nerve and bring a soundtrack to the gritty, existential pulp — a focus here, at least in a pictorial sense, of elegant, yet damaged goods. (click on the images and give a listen)
Gracy Kelly, Elements of Noir, Spoonhead, 8tracks
dolores del rio, someone to watch over, spoonhead, 8tracks
joan crawford, somewhere in the night, spoonhead, 8tracks
I will not be tempted to light one up after watching some French New Wave.
I will resist the urge when watching a dark stranger light up a femme fatale’s cigarette in a classic Noir film.I will listen to jazz music sans the smoke. Timmons and Trane, Blakely and Byrd – they’ll still sound the same to me.
We sure had plenty of good times together, and our fair share of bad ones. I’ll miss you in the morning with coffee, or filling those idle moments during a long afternoon. And especially at night, outside the pub, you and I keeping each other company.