The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Annals of Public Performance #18

Frank, Liza and Sammy
Frank, Liza and Sammy swing.


Mac said...

Bought tickets when Dino was still advertised on the bill. Got a refund.

Tommy O'C said...

I almost got tickets for that show but I was majorly without funds at the time. Caught Frank the following year at Radio City--his last tour ever. Anyway, Liza is saying, stop pouting, Frank, just think of me as Dean with more curves.

MadHatter said...

Saw the last show at Radio City, too. I even met Brian Keith outside after the concert . Sadly, within a few short years both Frank and Brian would be gone. Anyway, it was a good show ,with Don Rickles opening up for Ol' Blue Eyes.

Pins and said...

I saw this tour at Cap Center, suburban DC--after Dean Martin had died but before they added Liza--and kind of wish I hadn't. Sinatra couldn't read the lyrics on the teleprompters, and the whole thing was uncomfortable.

Tom Sutpen said...

Just to correct one point:

Dean Martin quit the earth on Christmas Day, 1995: approx. seven years after he quit that tour. The story was that he had a Liver ailment; in fact he flat-out walked on the whole thing . . . which he never really wanted to do in the first place (Sinatra essentially browbeat him into it).

And, yeah, those last few years of Sinatra on stage were, from all accounts, pretty rough. Once he finally got on mood stabilizers in the mid-80s . . . well . . . the writing was on the wall. He gradually turned into a ghost, haunting his own career.