DICKCONTINO’SBLUESFromHOLLYWOODNOCTURNESByJamesEllroy
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Iwasbombing.Atombombing:sweatyhands,shakespending.Myback-upcombosoundedoff-sync—Iknewitwasme,jumpingaheadofthebeat.BIGROOMFEARgrabbedmynuts;headlinesscreamed:“ContinoTanksLacklusterCrowdatCrescendo!”“ContinoLaysPre-EasterEggatSunsetStripOpening!”“BumbleBoogie”to“Ciribiribin”—astraight-for-the-jugularaccordionsegue.Iputmywholebodyintoabellowsshake;mybrainmisfiredamessagetomyfingers.Myfingersobeyed—Islammedoutthe“Tico-Tico”finale.Contagiousmisfires:mycombocameinwithabridgethemefrom“RhapsodyinBlue.”Ijuststoodthere.Houselightssnappedon.IsawLeighandChrissyStaples,NancyAnkrum,KayVanObst.Mywife,myfriends—plusashitloadoffirstnightersoozingshock.“RhapsodyinBlue”fizzledoutbehindme.BIGROOMFEARclutchedmyballsandSQUEEZED.Itriedpatter.“Ladiesandgentlemen,thatwas‘DissonanceJump,’anewexperimentaltwelve-tonepiece.”Myfriendsyukked.AgeekinaLegionnairecuntcapyelled,“DraftDodger!”Instantsilence—bigroomloud.IfrozeonJoePatriot:booze-flushed,Legioncap,Legionarmband.Myjustificationriffstoodready:IwenttoKorea,gothonorablydischarged,gotpardonedbyHarrySTruman.