Wednesday, April 27, 2011

"AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD?" ~ By Absolutely*Kate ... RAT PACK REVUE or POV?

"AIN'T THAT A
  KICK IN THE HEAD?"

By ~ Absolutely*Kate
(from the case files of Detective Nelle Callahan)


The storm lashed tree branches and grim reminders against the only pane of glass left in the decrepit house that kept his bad form in my glad vision, yet just out of reach; my angers in check. "Check Mate," I whispered in steely return to the jaunty jut of Brazill's jugular as that Palooka whistled his happy polka tune the night he cold bloodedly buried Harry and topped the grave situation with that gaudy hussy he'd passed off for years as a louse of a spouse.

Yes, oh yes, always fear the one who knows where the bodies are buried, the one who watched your jaded climb to noirish fame, killing off hard-boiled colleagues when their pen scratched all the right itches the crime critics were gunning their 44's for. Hey meteoric metaphor man, this tune's for you ~ can you hear the music play? 


It was easier than pay dirt collecting for the thrill of the kill of the Brazill hit, releasing Dean's song from the iPod app in Harry's hip pocket -- I just knew he'd lean in to listen -- it was Dino after all.



© 2011,  Author Absolutely*Kate
for the re-grin of Godfather Rob
on the shadowy side of the streets of 6-City,
now playing AT THE BIJOU

PHOTO CREDIT at the window ~ talents of Julija
THE DAMP FEDORA  . . . on my mahogany desk

The swift retalitory dash of this perspective piece 
was issued on the 'hit' parade faster than Paul D Brazill
can utter 'shot in the dark' . . . But hark! Along that spark,

Not by a -- long shot.

Expect . . . 

. . . Well, that would certainly ruin the suspense if I told you . . . 
I'm Nelle, Nelle Callahan, gal gumshoe of guts and gumption
and they came to me to crack this case . . .

Pardon me. I hear a hurried "Harrrumph" at my door.



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RAT PACK SHOWS 
PLAYING AT THE BIJOU

         
RATPACKREVUE

Tuesdays.

Thursdays.
Sunday Matinees too.

Be there or be square.

RATPACKREVUE 
AT THE BIJOU

Always swell to see you here.

~ Absolutely*Kate,
and our swanky staff of renown



THE PACK DON'T WANT YA TO MISS A SHOW:

Sinatra: "If power doesn't mean that you have the opportunity to work with the people that you love, then you haven't really got any."

Opening Night: "RAT PACK REVUE TO YOU"

RAT PACK REVUE: "How Did All These People Get Into My Room?"  By Robert J Randisi,
working the lounge before he hits the main room

RAT PACK REVUE: "Ain't That A Kick In The Head"  By Robert J Randisi, paying homage to Ocean's 11, the original . . . for all the right reasons 
 
 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "Who's Got The Action"  By Kevin Michaels, knowin' more than the night club scene  

RAT PACK REVUE:  "STAR"  By Julie Morgan,  hitchin' TinselTown to a dick's star

RAT PACK REVUE:  "OH SOUL O'MIO"  By Absolutely*Kate,  mirroring where scars shine bright

RAT PACK REVUE:  "Divorce Your Loved One With Dignity"  By Anthony Venutolo,  oozing atmosphere, over the border
 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime"  By Paul D Brazill, giving Dino a whole new swan song  
 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "THE GREAT AMERICAN SAILING HERO"  By Absolutely*Kate, scuttling the way the tides roll in  
 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "DON'S DILEMMA"  By Eric Beetner, definitely digging deeper . . .   
 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "BUNG HO!"  By Sean Patrick Reardon, hosting a classic party? 
 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE"  By Matt Hilton, giving Author's Intrusion a whole new Big Bopper   
 

RATPACKREVUE 
  
~ ON OUR SWANKY STAGE ~


BIJOU DEBUT ~ JULIE (LEWTHWAITE) MORGAN ~ SEAN PATRICK REARDON plus a special guest appearance by MATT HILTON

PLUS STAGE AFTER PAGE AGAIN ~ OUR HEADLINER ~
MORE OF RAT PACK MYSTERY AUTHOR ROBERT J RANDISI

WITH A RAT PACK INTERVIEW AND FINALE OF AN RJR ~ AT THE BIJOU


~ ~ ~ ~

STAY TUNED. 
You're nobody til somebody love you,
and we love you AT THE BIJOU.
DIG IT.
~ ~ ~ ~



8 comments:

Julie Lewthwaite said...

Ha - brilliant! Nelle's on Brazill's trail? I can't wait to see where this goes!

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

Hah back Jools!

Brazill will take any skirt for a thrill and on a trail to hail ... if there's a good storyline in it.

I'm counting on you, dare-devil authors, to pick up on that trail (while it's warm) and tell the tale further . . . AS THE PLOT THICKENS (that one was too easy)

Thanks - Now dig your next version while Nelle ponders. That dame's a damn good ponderer.

Paul D. Brazill said...

Aha! Fantastic! Thanks for that!

Harry said...

Here I thought the curtain came down when I was out of the picture. Hmmm, this is getting interesting. ;)

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

Don'tcha know the curtain never comes down when Noir is ShowBiz Baby? (Even when it's meant curtains for you)

~ Absolutely*Kate and Nelle, and possibly noir wench Julie ... unless you (of course), have some deeper ruminations from the grave??? ;-)

Kevin Michaels said...

Hate to say it, but that Brazill guy is wickedly nasty - all his edges are cerrated - I'd be careful if you're lurking in his neighborhood, looking for clues.......

never know which way the wind will blow, how the storm will turn, or what else will turn up beneath those mounds of dirt.....

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

I think I sense a Kevin Michaels nose for gruesome news on the burial scene.

Care to take a stab in the creepy dark at this one Colleague o'Crime? (And 'cerrated' was a 20-pointer)

~ Absolutely*Kate -- noticing Nelle taking notes prodigiously at something her private peepers is catching, just over your shoulder --

Hmmmm, the PLOT thickens . . .

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! The Absolutely*Kate...
This post is fantastic...What a very nice short draw you in bit Of writing and a (very 40s noirish, femme-fatale) photograph too!

What an excellent read, I will be on the look-out for what happens next...Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

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