This week marks the 100th birthday of Frank Sinatra, so I’m doing a Sinatra tribute in honor of ol’ Blue Eyes. My first real memories of Frank Sinatra came from the album Songs for Swingin’ Lovers that constituted one of a handful of albums my parents managed to hang onto through multiple moves and a young family. There were a few LPs that sat next to our stereo/8-Track/Record Player console in the living room which I ignored for most of my childhood.
I think I was bored one afternoon when I began actually going through and listening to my parents albums. There was Dave Brubeck’s essential Take Five and LPs by the likes of Vic Damone. I remember my first reaction to the Sinatra album cover when I picked it up was, “How lame.” Nevertheless, I gave it a shot. When I put the needle on Side 1 and heard Frank’s flawless baritone voice start into You Make Me Feel So Young, I was mesmerized.
This 80’s teenager, used to cranking southern rock and bands like Kansas at unsafe decibel levels, found himself listening to the entire album. It transported me to another time and place. It was so smooth and so cool. I was hooked.
I’ve been a fan of Frank ever since. My girls were raised on a diverse soundtrack in which Frank was an essential part. He still plays a prominent part in almost any dinner mix if I have anything to say about it.
He’s just to marvelous for words.