On this day, 100 years ago, an American Original was born.
What can be said, but THANK YOU ??
Thank you Frank, for setting a standard that, like the Beatles and Brando, Picasso and Hemingway, will never be tampered with.
Thank you for the love songs, the ballads, the anthems, the melodies and memories…
The way you sang those two words “Fah-buu-lous Face”
Thank you for conjuring 60’s parent parties, sitting on the edge of the bathtub watching my mom getting ready. Playing with her false eyelash kit, rubbing the gummy glue between my tiny polished (just for the night!) fingers, teetering in her heels, drawing faces on styrofoam wig stands with her powdery blue eyeshadow. Her transformation never failed to fascinate me. Was this glamorous lady really still my mom??!
Later, long past bedtime, stealing glimpses from around the hallway corner, the clink of ice cubes & frosty martinis in a smoky living room, cigars glowing outside, voices and laughter escalating, music growing louder as the record arm was gently, oh so gently, placed on Sinatra’s records spinning on the teak hi-fi.
Guests are dancing now. I’m running back to bed if spied…too exciting!! Eventually falling asleep, perhaps one or two exotic canapés left drying on a crumpled cocktail napkin by my pillow, as Frank’s voice carries me off.
The next morning, inspecting the left-overs, heaving ashtrays, lipstick smudged champagne flutes, the scent of my mother’s evening perfume still lingering on my jammies and hair, Frank’s lyrics would dance back into my head.
They stay with me to this very day, as clear and memorable as they were over 5 decades ago.
Every single word. Every single song. How does that even work?!
I think it’s simple, really.
This is my favourite Frank Sinatra song.
The Summer Wind
Thanks for the memories Mr. Sinatra.