The final piece of evidence that I live in a film noir movie, just arrived.
- it's always raining.
- it's always dark.
and
- There is actually, honestly, for real a guy playing jazzy tenor saxophone in the apartment downstairs. It echoes up the stairwell. You thought it was an urban myth? No, it happens.
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fantastisk :D
who is this guy? someone we know?
I've looked at the mailboxes. I don't recognise any of the names. He sounds pretty good, though.
[Deep, authoritative voice]
Well, as you know I have been a jazz critic for the past three and a half years, now, and in that time I have noticed that roughly 98% of all tenor saxophone players in the world are men, and the rest either live in Australia or are called Helen Eriksen. Helen Eriksen doesn't live in our building.
It's a sad thing, and I'd rather it wasn't like that, but I was just playing the odds.
In short, I wasn't being sexist, but saxist.
And the sax has been there before, remember? I've been telling you I could hear it for months now.
I wish I had some guy (or girl!) playing noirish jazz in the apartment downstairs. I have to make do with a gaggle of Irish harpies listening to the Bridget Jones soundtrack on perpetual repeat.
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