“THIS ALBUM WAS BORN FROM BEAUTY AND FRICTION. IT IS MY LOVE LETTER TO THE EAST AND WEST COASTS: THE CRAGGY EDGES OF THE EAST, THE VAST EXPANSE OF THE WEST, AND ALL THE DARK ALLEYWAYS IN BETWEEN.” — AR
Why Noir? That haunting sax solo line running through Taxi Driver, the distant blow of a conch and those voodoo drums from I Walked With A Zombie... shadings of light and shadow... music and images that left a stamp of recognition on me like a raised brand I couldn’t get rid of. That post-war, atomic age desperation still ripples that dark lake off Highway 2. Femme fatale, Lady Fate, I never know quite what she has in store for me. All I can do is surrender and go for a ride. She drives like the night, blinded but knowing, to a destination of her own choosing.
Music Noir in a post-modern world.