Saturday, December 12, 2015

Happy birthday, Francis

I've read that Ava Gardner is the only one who called him "Francis." She broke his heart 200 different ways and 200 different times, and the experience taught him to sing like this. He was smart enough, gifted enough, to know how to use the pain.

I can think of no better way to pay tribute to Frank Sinatra on his 100th birthday than with Frank Sinatra.

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  1. Cat.11:33 AM

    He really was something else, wasn't he? I'm not a fan by any stretch, but he could really bring it with his pipes! Thanks for the reminder to stop and just listen.

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  2. Bud Fisher12:03 PM

    I never liked 30s-40s standards. I didn't understand why Sinatra was so popular. Then between 15 & 20 years ago my dad started singing in piano bars. I loved listening to him sing. He sounded like Louis Armstrong. So he did not do Sinatra. But because tons of other singers at piano bars sang Sinatra, I learned how great he was. I also now have a pretty decent playlist on my iPod I learned to love the music of that era. Classy job on Frank, Gal. Well done!

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