Frank Sinatra
He was born December the twelfth, 1915. Exactly 35 years before me to the very day. I'm listening to his amazing voice singing "Nice & Easy" right this very minute.
Uncle Frank -- I feel like we're related -- was part hoodlum, part artist, part ladies' man and totally loyal to his boys. Listening to a Sinatra tune makes me feel like I'm still sharp, still cool. Makes me feel like grabbing some dark-haired, small-waisted creature and doing a little fox trot across the kitchen floor. OK, Fat Fahy,* let's cut a rug!
Now I'm listening to "I've Got You Under My Skin." Oh, baby -- those fabulous horns! Pure 1960's East Coast jazz club, like a couple I used to sneak into. Don't you know, little fool, that you never can win... I don't know how to post music on this blog, but I'm going to find out.
And here's "Chicago." I saw a man dancing with his own wife...
Now that's classy!
*Fahy is my fat little cat.
Uncle Frank -- I feel like we're related -- was part hoodlum, part artist, part ladies' man and totally loyal to his boys. Listening to a Sinatra tune makes me feel like I'm still sharp, still cool. Makes me feel like grabbing some dark-haired, small-waisted creature and doing a little fox trot across the kitchen floor. OK, Fat Fahy,* let's cut a rug!
Now I'm listening to "I've Got You Under My Skin." Oh, baby -- those fabulous horns! Pure 1960's East Coast jazz club, like a couple I used to sneak into. Don't you know, little fool, that you never can win... I don't know how to post music on this blog, but I'm going to find out.
And here's "Chicago." I saw a man dancing with his own wife...
Now that's classy!
*Fahy is my fat little cat.