I recently came across 15 Sinatra songs (that fell magically from the sky, ok?), and I have to admit, most of them are excellent.
For someone of my generation, Sinatra epitomized all that was not cool, an unpleasant left over from the time of Swing.
Now, old Frank may not have been the nicest of people, and the original "Ocean's Eleven" still makes me cringe, but in these recording from what seems to be from the 1940's & 50's, his reputation is completely understandable.
He has a phrasing that weaves in and out of the musical arrangement, and he is not afraid to stand back and let his excellent orchestras come to the fore.
Gad, socks & sandals, here I come.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
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