Frank Sinatra, a legend before he died. It's such a pity I didn't start liking his music until after he died. Story of my life really. I've only started appreciating the greats after they die (namely Queen). So this is a man who can sing great harmonies with great orchestra's with great ease. His musical talent was endless. Granted he didn't write many songs, or maybe none at all, but he had great ability to sing and improvise with the band. The music he sang along to, did not always have a steady rythm. He sang to a melody and sang the words where he saw fit. Watching some of his videos you'd see the music start and Frank strolling out to his spot on stage. He'd get there at exactly the time he had to start singing. His musical timing was excellent. I love listening to his music. I sing out loud when his songs come on the radio. Have a listen and do enjoy it.
I saw this link in an Easy Listening section, and big Frank was to be found sandwiched between Cliff Richard and Sarah Brightman. I weep for the world. Anyway, it's not difficult to see why Frank Sinatra is still a musical God. All of the mistakes he made, all of the bad haircuts (all the bad hairpieces), the bobby-sox heart-throb phase, some really bad movies and the self-parody of certain songs ('My Way', 'New York New York') - we can ignore all of it. Increasingly, compilations of Sinatra seem to be concentrated on his most fruitful period, the Capitol years of the fifties. Sinatra is comfortably fixed in the collective consciousness as a tough but tender Vegas swinger, hat perpetually perched at a jaunty angle on his head, the songs given a powerful jazz boost by Nelson Riddle, the voice controlled, focused and quite staggering to listen to. This is the period that everyone should attempt if they want to know why people as young as me (well, 27 still feels young), and people several generations ahead of me still dig The Man. This is the period of poise and cool investigated by 'Rat Pack Confidential', the period Scorsese wants to film in his much-delayed film about Dino, the kind of Mafia-tinged hipness to which the Fun Lovin Criminals aspire. Frank Sinatra really could sing; he really could hit the notes and he really had the presence to make dreadful lyrics work like a charm. There's a compilation called 'Classic Sinatra' out at the moment which is pretty much everything you need to know about the singer: 'Young at Heart', 'I've got you under my skin', the monumental 'Come Fly With Me' (which wraps up everything about the glamour and slickness of the 50s in about three minutes). Best of all is 'One more for my baby (and one more for the road)' which is Sinatra spilling his woes to a bartender at 2.45 in the morning; it's incredibly tender, and s
ums him up entirely -a macho ladies man constantly moving from bar to bedroom to bar, but wearing his heart forever on his sleeve. How much this resembles the real Sinatra is anybody's guess, but as an image goes, it's magic.
I adore Frank Sinatra. I loved his films.. my favourites were Hi Society and On the Town. I thought he was a terrific looking guy (in his younger days). My dad loved him too....I guess I 'grew up' with his songs playing at home all the time....much to my mums annoyance!! She was definately not a fan!. His music is 'you either love it or hate it'... I admit his voice did have somewhat of a 'flat' tinge to it, but hey, that was Frank!! I have most of his albums and although most are covers, he does them so well in a Frankie kind of way. Still, thats how he done it... His Way.
In a transient industry like popular music Frank Sinatra shines out like a beacon. He was an enormous personality that could not only sing but act to oscar standards. His unique style endured over many years and he was able to hold an audience spell bound with his idiosyncratic delivery and smooth tones. It is hard to imagine anybody from the modern era of music who will still be loved and performing in 30 years time, yet Frank continued to grow his audience right up to his death. I have just realised that Cliff Richard could be considered a hero by applying my criteria of longevity and personality. However Frank will live forever in the legends of music because he was very real and had a magic quality. To the unitiated a good starting point for Frank would be one of his many greatest hits albums. Once hooked you will be able to invetsigate his very hot 50's period.
So many albums, so many songs, so much life. Sinatra sings for lovers, dreamers, the lonely, the sad, the happy, the drunk! From a skinny kid in New York, born from Italian immigrant parents, Sinatra became the very epitomy of the word Crooner. I expected to find him categorised in the Jazz section, as Sinatra sang Jazz. The bands that back him, with names such as Nelson Riddle, Billy May stand on their own as pure genius. A break in a Sinatra song is all the more enjoyable as you have the chance to listen to their own magic. He was a generous performer. In all his live concerts, club appearances, he always introduced a song by naming the writer, composer and arranger. He didn't write his own material, but interpereted the words, emotions and depth of those that had. Too many albums to even start to comment on, but take A 'Swingin' Affair' and my favourite Sinatra song of all time, written by Rodgers and Hart, arranged by Nelson Riddle. 'I Wish I were in Love Again' The sleepless nights, The daily fights, The quick to bargain, When you reach the heights, I miss the kisses and I miss the bites, I wish I were in love again. His career slumped in the '50s with the advent of Elvis and Rock 'n' Roll, and to the surprise of all his critics, he made the move into films and won Oscars for his acting in From Here to Eternity, The Man with the Golden Arm and many other great acting perormances. He was always linked to the Mafia, which was strongly denied, but if you go to any Search Engine and type in Sinatra FBI then you can make your own minds up about that. Sinatra was well known for his breathing technique when singing....he didn't appear to do it. He watched musicians playing the trumpet, saxaphone and the like, and started training his lungs by swimming underwater, length after length, until he could hold his breathe to such an ex
tent, he could hold notes and phrases like no other singer. He kept singing when perhaps he should have stopped, but to his many fans, they only heard the magic and the memories this charismatic man had always meant to them. He may not be cool, maybe he is, but one day, if you've never really listened to a Sinatra album, take some time out, sit back and imagine.