Oh, just sobbing. Don’t mind me.
Clearly, I’m in some weird musical mood. First, that musical montage. Then, I watched this whole history of musicals retrospective thing. And now I’m stuck on this one clip they sampled, from Till The Clouds Roll By. The only clip that was a stranger to me.
Unlike most people my age who are used to very narrow glimpses of Frank Sinatra (in a tux as he sings My Way on a dark stage, Phil Hartman snarling and waving a cigarette in front of the camera, the reason why they wear fedoras to bars), I was lucky enough to grow up seeing almost every incarnation of him. Young, rail-thin and shy on screen next to Gene Kelly. Brooding and lost with Doris Day. Suddenly older and cocksure as a widowed father in A Hole in the Head. Slick and cool with Dean and Sammy. The lounge acts. The tough guy routine. The old man. The Capitol Records duets and retreads.
Until this video stopped me in my tracks, I hadn’t realized how much I missed him. Or how straight-up good he is. Is it physically possible to sing this song the way he does? When does he breath?
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