On August 4th the fifth novel in my D Hunter music noir series, The Darkest Hearts, a character called Night is a once hot neo-soul singer whose emerged from rehab determined to make important music. In the course of the story Night plays a new song for his manager D Hunter, which is his vision of what’s wrong with America. In the novel a Donald Trump supporter plays a key role and the question of moral choice is wrestled with by several characters. The book is very much influenced by Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, though my story is set in the palm tree lined jungle known as Los Angeles. It is a journey into what people will do for money in a time of change. The Darkest Hearts can be pre-ordered at www.akashicbooks.com.
“White Men in Suits” by Night
Singing hymns to property
Ringing bells to poverty
They’re all just white men in suits
White men in suits
White men in suits
Living lives of luxury
Drowning in designer things
Laughing from penthouse peaks
They’re all just white men in suits
White men in suits
White men in suits
They stand on legal steps
While taking illegal steps
They talk of mortality
When they just don’t want you free
They’re just white men in suits
White men in suits
White men in suits
Where do you go?
Where do you flee?
When the doors are closed and the jackals roam free
They don’t need masks to hang us all from trees
And charge us with a fee
They’re just white men in suits
White men in suits
White men in suits