Happy Birthday, Frank!

Ross Elliot's picture
Submitted by Ross Elliot on Mon, 2005-12-12 06:34

Born on 12 December, 1915, if Francis Albert Sinatra hadn't died in 1998, he would be 90 years old today.

A man possessed of a magnificent, swaggering confidence, a supremely powerful yet wonderfully controlled & precise voice and a sense of life that manifested itself through his interpretation of popular song, dedication to his craft & a palpable ebullience that's inspired three generations of fans & imitators galore.

And in that spirit here are three of Frank's best swinging albums. Put these on for Christmas & let The Chairman of the Board rock your house the way only he can.

Happy birthday, Frank!

Songs for Swingin' Lovers

A Swingin' Affair

Sinatra's Swingin' Session!!!

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Jeff, yes, we have a couple

Ross Elliot's picture

Jeff, yes, we have a couple of Netflix-style businesses in NZ.

I already own Sinatra, a Man & his Music, featuring Ella & Jobim. Frank performs Old Man River where he does that famous continuous sliding note technique of his (I'm sure there's a technical name for it, a slow glissando?). He goes waaaaay down and back up, seemingly without taking a breath for about 15 seconds. Amazing.

There's a whole series of those Sinatra TV appearances on DVD. Cheap, too.

I have loved Sinatra for as

seddon's picture

I have loved Sinatra for as long as I can remember. My music group and I still celebrate his brithdaty.
Happy Birthday Francis.


Sinatra on DVD

Jeff Perren's picture

I don't know if you have any kind of service like Netflix in NZ. You pay a monthly fee and get between 3-8 DVDs mailed to you, return them whenever you want, they send some more.

I've seen many old Frank Sinatra TV shows that way, with Ella Fitzgerald, Lena Horne, and many others as guests. The production values are poor, but it's a chance to see him perform outside a movie.

They're probably available for purchase, too.

I think it was more

Summer Serravillo's picture

I think it was more cowardice than admiration, Jeff.  The local businesses paid protection money to the mob.  Of course, had you asked any of the business owners, they'd have told you that they were merely paying dues to the local "Business Association".  Business Association, my aunt Fannie!!  Capitulation in this context is cowardly and thoroughly immoral.

Those few who actually did admire the mob thugs were generally too stupid to run their own businesses, or they were either dead or in jail before their 25th birthday -- and the world is a better place without them.

Anyway, I don't want to hijack this thread any more than I already have.  Squawking 1200...


Post Scriptum:  I really loathe the mob.  Does it show?  ;o)

Great quote, Casey, I might

Ross Elliot's picture

Great quote, Casey, I might put that on a t-shirt Smiling

It's Sinatra's world...

Casey's picture

We just live in it.

(One of the funniest buttons I've seen.)

I've been lonely and in a bar and solaced by Frank's crooning at times in my life, so a tip of the hat to him!

"That's Life" is the one for me, along with "Witchcraft" and "Chicago." Plunked a lot of quarters in the juke box to hear those tunes.

Some Sinatra, feh

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Some I confess I'm not crazy about, even in the pre-1967 era. The quieter "depressed in a bar" albums are a little dreary for my taste. September of My Years, Only The Lonely, etc. Although I did like In The Wee Small Hours. I even like the mid-late forties material. Harry James was a god.

Billy May and Frank -- it just doesn't get any better.

Forgive me much, Jeff? I

Ross Elliot's picture

Forgive me much, Jeff? I assume you mean for any future sins? Smiling

And, yes, I have *all* of Sinatra. But I had to limit my list otherwise I'd have gone on forever!

Summer, I know what you mean about hearing New York, New York played ad infinitum. Same with My Way. I grew up in the 70s & 80s so by that time all you heard of Sinatra were the big hits of that period & the late 60s. I thought that pop was only the music of my generation, I hadn't yet cottoned on to the fact that pop is applicable to generations of music.

Then in the late 80s I discovered the real Sinatra. The original albums from the 50s & 60s. And what a revelation. Here were the old (& new) standards by Porter, the Gershwins, Rodgers & Hart, Allen, Mercer, et al, done in a strident, brash yet sophisticated manner. And the advent of CD remastering had bought these albums back to their original glory**.

Of course, Frank just wasn't that cool among young men in the late 80s so I bided my time & many of my generation now know what they were missing all those years.

Don't bother with a greatest hits. That ain't Frank. Start with anything & everything from his Capitol catalogue of the 1950s and go from there. It's all well priced with great liner notes.

**Frank always had *great* production. Capitol during the 50s set the standard. Plus, Frank was a perfectionist and he had great arrangers, conductors & producers like Nelson Riddle, Billy May, Alex Stordahl & Voyle Gilmore. Oh, to be have been a fly on the wall.

The lastest crop of Michael Bubles, Jamie Cullens & even Harry Connick Jr. are just shadows of the great man. Enjoyable listening, no doubt. But Pepsi ain't Coke Smiling

Mob guys

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I wish is was just cowardice -- it would be forgivable. I think most of those guys actually admire those goons.


Summer Serravillo's picture

I grew up in Ozone Park, Queens, very near the Bergin Hunt & Fish Club.  This was before anyone knew who Johnny Boy was, but the mob presence was stifling.  And later when I moved to Howard Beach (my first apartment), I was disgusted to see all the "We Love You, John" banners on the businesses up and down Crossbay Blvd during one of Gotti's trials.  That degree of cowardice makes my skin crawl...

I currently listen to a whole range of music, from Buddy Holly, Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis to early Stones, Floyd, Led Zep, Yes, The Doors, et cetera.  And I do love old movies, with any of the Kate Hepburn and/or Archie Leach comedies topping the list.  Oh, and I loved the Marx Bros movies, too.




Jeff Perren's picture

Hey, I understand -- I used to live in Jersey City in a mafia dominated neighborhood!

What do you listen to? Do you like old movies? (I've often seen a correlation.)


Could be, Jeffrey.  And it

Summer Serravillo's picture

Could be, Jeffrey.  And it could also be that I didn't much care for the folks who were listening to Frank when I was little.  Not fair to judge Sinatra's music by that standard, I realize.



Summer,You may be unduly

Jeff Perren's picture

You may be unduly influenced by hearing the later stuff. Try anything prior to 1965. (1958-1962 is best.)

The Chairman

Jeff Perren's picture

I can now forgive you much.

You need to add to the list the three Basie albums (the third is Sinatra At The Sands). And, not to mention, Ring-a-Ding-Ding.

I'd better stop here.

I've never been a huge

Summer Serravillo's picture

I've never been a huge Sinatra fan, mostly because the local "wiseguys" played him to death -- and played "New York, New York" in perpetuity.  After a time, his voice became as nails on a blackboard to me.  It was only about 10 years ago that I was able to listen to him without stuffing napkins in my ears. 

I was more a fan of Mr. Crocetti, but for reasons that went well beyond his silken voice and suave manner.  ;o) 

All that aside, Happy Birthday, Francis!




Adam Buker's picture

Frank Sinatra rocks my socks.

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