TNT
11-05-2006, 02:48 AM
My formative years were spent listening to venomous 60's protest singers -- Dylan, Phil Ochs and (sometimes) Dave Van Ronk. Then came the proto-punk Velvet Undergroud (followed by Lou Reed solo). And then the utter nihilism of the Sex Pistols and the rest of the punks... on and on.
And yet, when times get tough and the tough guys tumble, it's always back to Frank Sinatra...
I mention this only because of a combination of difficult circumstances and my purchase of Frank Sinatra -- the Complete Reprise Studio Recordings. Twenty CDs of magic for nights like these.
As often as I've heard these songs before, it never fails to amaze me how a man who was successful beyond successful could reach old age... and yet could still sing of new love as though it were something special... and sing of lost love as though it ever really mattered... and sing of being down and out as though it were all he ever knew.
Sigh... don't even even get me started on Tchaikovsky, the man who saw Hell and came back to write symphonies about it. But I digress.
Tomorrow is going to be better.
And yet, when times get tough and the tough guys tumble, it's always back to Frank Sinatra...
I mention this only because of a combination of difficult circumstances and my purchase of Frank Sinatra -- the Complete Reprise Studio Recordings. Twenty CDs of magic for nights like these.
As often as I've heard these songs before, it never fails to amaze me how a man who was successful beyond successful could reach old age... and yet could still sing of new love as though it were something special... and sing of lost love as though it ever really mattered... and sing of being down and out as though it were all he ever knew.
Sigh... don't even even get me started on Tchaikovsky, the man who saw Hell and came back to write symphonies about it. But I digress.
Tomorrow is going to be better.