Frank Sinatra Sez . . .


. . . and we're lost out here in the stars.

1 comment:

Sister Ray said...

kurt weill and bertold brecht,yah?

let us consider the man in the stingy-brim and the natty two-button suit and how he could comes to represent all the don draper's of the world while speaking to betty crocker's happy housewives, swing from kennedy tot the right wing and never miss a beat, let alone a diminiuendo. he was the last ambassador of top 40 AM pop, the unifying aether that ran through our national identity. he carried a tune we could all sing and you have to wonder if we could ever hum one again...