The final piece of evidence that I live in a film noir movie, just arrived.

- it's always raining.
- it's always dark.


- 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.


Blogger Åsne Hagen said...

fantastisk :D

April 12, 2005 8:27 pm  
Blogger anon said...

who is this guy? someone we know?

April 13, 2005 12:14 am  
Blogger MGL said...

I've looked at the mailboxes. I don't recognise any of the names. He sounds pretty good, though.

April 13, 2005 12:39 am  
Blogger Ragnfrid Trohaug said...

Isn't it rather sexist assuming that it's a guy playing? Did this particular person hum in between, so you could judge from his voice?

Shapen up boy, otherwise you'd have EM, me and the rest bugging you for sloppy use of language.

(I bet it is the girl friend of the guy on the second floor. She just moved in, and the saxophone hasn't been heard in the building before).

April 13, 2005 4:47 pm  
Blogger MGL said...

[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.

April 14, 2005 12:43 am  
Anonymous adam regan said...

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.

April 16, 2005 3:51 pm  

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