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21 detective themes for non-existent films and TV shows. Details on downloadable CD inlay (PDF A4 size | PDF US Letter size), or as HTML.

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  • I Recall Bacall (1451k) [1:32] — Title theme from Dick Trowel, P.I. (dir. Wally Harris, 1949). Story line: Out from the mist by the Jersey City Stockyard Company’s pier in Hoboken emerges a lonely male figure in a trenchcoat and Trillby. As he comes into side-lit black-and-white close-up he lights a cigarette. The titles tell us this is Dick Trowel, Private Investigator, starring Brian Hogarth. He turns to look at the black Chrysler parked under a crane, and those of us who recognise this famous film noir know that Trowel is hoping in vain for Betty (Doreen McCall) to swing her shapely legs out of the car’s driving seat door. But she has left him and gone up state, just like the hoodlums Trowel helps send in the same direction. He walks into the shabby warehouse building and climbs the stairs to the first floor. He enters his spartan office. Melba, his over-made-up but devoted secretary, has long since gone. Trowel starts musing philosophically: maybe about Betty, maybe about the recent spate of home defeats suffered by the Brooklyn Dodgers. He pours himself the last drops of bourbon from the bottle in his desk drawer and looks soulfully out into that late November night as the camera zooms back from his lonely window into the crime-ridden cold and damp …
  • Vindaloo and Lager (888k) [0:55] — TV theme. This Channel 99 series was supposed to poke fun at anti-Asian racism in the UK. OK, it was fine as long as the gang at the Taj on Liverpool’s Runcorn Road spilt biryani sauce and Tiger beer all over racist lager louts who’d been given a ‘free’ meal voucher and managed to get themselves tied to their chairs, but it got a bit silly when most of the Merseyside police force were supposedly locked up in the restaurant’s lavatory.

 

 

 

 

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