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Noirevisited: "The Anthem"

Here’s a very early post.  Stephen Tyler’s abominable performance of the national anthem at today’s AFC Championship Game gives it new relevance.

dispatchesfromnoir:

The soloist might have been good, if she could hold a note for very long.  But it didn’t matter.  I was standing straight and held my hat over my heart.  I always wanted to impale the lazy slobs who sprawled out during the anthem.  I respected the anthem, and I respected my country.  Doesn’t mean it couldn’t be painful.  As the singer caterwauled her way through the song, her voice slid up and down the scales.  “Keep trying,” I muttered as I winced.  “You’ll hit the note eventually.”

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hellogorey asked: Is that you in your little icon?

My apologies for the late replies.  But there are several questions waiting, and I intend to get to them.  The semester has been rather busy, and I haven’t had as much time for noir as I would like.  I will be getting to them in the coming days.  And if anyone has anything they’d like to ask, my ask box is right there.

That said, I can answer this question rather simply.  As with my previous icon, the current one is a picture of me.  I’m quite fond of hats.  And I thought it looked vaguely noirish.

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The Anthem

The soloist might have been good, if she could hold a note for very long.  But it didn’t matter.  I was standing straight and held my hat over my heart.  I always wanted to impale the lazy slobs who sprawled out during the anthem.  I respected the anthem, and I respected my country.  Doesn’t mean it couldn’t be painful.  As the singer caterwauled her way through the song, her voice slid up and down the scales.  Keep trying, I muttered as I winced.  You’ll hit the note eventually.

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Because someone has to watch over those who can sleep through the darkness.  Someone faceless, who doesn’t expect any gratitude come morning.  Someone who won’t be unnerved by the unrelenting night that falls over this city.  Someone has to give a damn and give it often enough that this purgatory doesn’t turn into hell.  Someone might as well do it in a fedora.

Because someone has to watch over those who can sleep through the darkness.  Someone faceless, who doesn’t expect any gratitude come morning.  Someone who won’t be unnerved by the unrelenting night that falls over this city.  Someone has to give a damn and give it often enough that this purgatory doesn’t turn into hell.  Someone might as well do it in a fedora.

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