Friday Noir: Magic Of The Melancholy
You gassed her up, now you’re behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one.
In your big ol’ soul cruiser
Barrelin’ down the boulevard.
You’re looking for the heart of Saturday night.
You got paid on Friday
Your pockets are jinglin’.
You see the lights
You get all tinglin’ ’cause you’re cruisin’ with a gal.
And you’re looking for the heart of Saturday night.
Then you comb your hair, shave your face
Tryin’ to wipe out ev’ry trace
All the other days In the week.
You know that this’ll be the Saturday
You’re reachin’ your peak.
Stoppin’ on the red
You’re goin’ on the green.
‘Cause tonight’ll be like nothin’
You’ve ever seen.
You’re barrelin’ down the boulevard
Lookin’ for the heart of Saturday night.
The crack of the poolballs…
The neon’s buzzin.
Is it the barmaid that’s smilin’ from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
And now you’re stumblin’
You’re stumblin’ onto the heart of Saturday night.
A little different Friday Noir this week. I get a lot of help with my friends with this one.
OK, so, yes, that guy sparkin’ the Lucky Strike right there in the middle? That’s my piece of this beautiful pie.
But the rest of this dark yet energetic world is all the work of my friend in Paris, Stefan. To me his name may as well be Stefan Wow because whenever my email pings with one of his new creations, I open it up, sit back and say “Stefan. Wow.”
The scenes he creates, many which bring life to Bard Constantine’s written pages, are just fantastic. Stefan creates drama and energy and…stories. Stories without words but stories none the less.
This particular image could go many ways. Stefan sent it to me in color,and I love his version. It has a Edward Hopper-esque feel to it, without trying to be Hopper. Stefan’s piece certainly stands on its own as is. I like it so much, I’ve already decided I’m going to get a big color print made of it. However, for my Friday Noir purposes, I had to convert it to B&W, just to give it a slightly different tone, that dead-of-night, things still happening feel.
Then, rather than affixing one of my own tales to it, I let the Voice of Noir, singer/songwriter/actor Tom Waits do the storytelling here.
If noir had a vocal sound, it would be the voice of Tom Waits. His voice is like the noir I strive to shoot – gritty, raw, soaked in bourbon and cigarettes. Unmistakable.
I happened to hear this song by Waits soon after Stefan sent me this piece of art. The more I listened to it, the more the lyrics of the song, (Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night, fit this image.
In this composite work by Stefan, the mug lighting the Lucky, the car, the diner/restaurant with the lights ablaze, the person cleaning the floors inside there – they are all looking for something, even at this time of night. Could be that next party, that next job, that next city. Or perhaps just the next day. That’s the story this image is telling.
I couldn’t have shot it, or said, it better.
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