Posted on 12/06/2015 8:03:33 AM PST by Bratch
On December 12, 1915, in a four-storey tenement in Hoboken, New Jersey, a baby struggled into the world. He weighed a formidable 13lb 7oz but the doctor punctured his eardrum while delivering him with forceps and left scars on his neck and cheek. Worse still, he didn’t seem to be breathing. His grandmother had to hold him under cold running water to prompt his first gasp.
But he survived it all and exactly 100 years later we are still under the spell of Francis Albert Sinatra.
The centenary of the birth of Marty and Dolly Sinatra’s only child is, rightly, being afforded the hoopla reserved for true music royalty. Tonight, a gala concert will take place in Sinatra’s honour in, aptly, Las Vegas, starring his good friend Tony Bennett and a glittering cast that also includes Lady Gaga, Garth Brooks, Alicia Keys, John Legend, Usher, Celine Dion, Harry Connick Jr, the list shines on.
There’s an official centennial book, a life story DVD, vinyl reissues of vintage albums, a new Grammy Museum exhibition, a new Ultimate Sinatra compilation...and unlike almost every other marketing bonanza that the industry can dream up, it doesn’t seem one bit excessive.
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It’s still Frank’s world, we just get to live in it.
I had a chance to see him at Radio City back in the early 90s. By then his voice was shot but I still regret not taking the time to go.
It’s a long story but in the early 60’s (before ‘These Boots...’) I had Christmas dinner at Nancy Sinatra’s house...Frank wasn’t there.
Nancy’s Living Bra died.
It starved to death.
Heard him live at Reagan’s Inaugural in 1981. Voice was still great then.
I saw him in concert in Michigan, 1992.
Nancy's Living Bra died.Yea a couple of bowling balls or cantaloupes stuffed in a bra is sooo much more attractive. < /sarcasm>
It starved to death.
About as funny as little dick jokes.
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I’m deaf enough not to “appreciate” Frank Sinatra. If he tried to get some one killed, and if he “hob nobbed” with Mafiosos, then he doesn’t deserve being “remembered” in a good way.
Flame away.
Celebrity does not wash away innocent blood.
Um, how long a story is it? I got a little time. :)
We actually had Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas dinner there. At Christmas she was wearing a red Asian style, long, form fitting dress with a slit all the way up one leg...They gave me a gift. It was a very nice polo type shirt. I was in my teens, about 15 or 16
I can't tell you how out of place I felt...They didn't make me feel that way, it was just me.
Years later, Christmas time 1966, early in the morning/late at night I was in my army uniform sitting at the counter in the coffee shop of the Sahara Hotel/Casino in Vegas . There was almost no one there except 4 guys in a booth behind me. One was Frank Sinatra, Buddy Hackett, Joey Bishop and I can't remember the other guy's name...he was married into the Kennedy family. Anyway, I'm sitting there in my uniform and the waitress comes to me and says "someone who wishes to remain anonymous would like to buy you anything you'd like". I had a milk shake, that's all I wanted.
Wow. Did Mr. Sinatra remember you from the holiday dinners?
The other guy's name was Peter Lawford. He was an actor and a member of "The Brat Pack", also, he was President Kennedy's brother in law.
My parents lived in Vegas at that time. When I went home on leave that Christmas I used to go to the Sahara almost every night to see Don Rickles act. He was in the lounge and you didn't have to pay to get in. That group of guys were probably waiting for him.
I wore my uniform so I wouldn't get carded.
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