(Originally posted here June 2013)
fluid gold baritone
born in dim
wide-lapelled bandstands
poured quicksilver smooth through
harsh swing-era mikes
in that heady transition
depression to war
swooning bobby-sox hormones
and radio ears
virtuoso with high-polished craft
impeccable phrasing
deliberate diction marked
sensual ballads or double-bass jive
but the tone
man that tone
came of fine burnished age
in the whiskey and cigarette fifties
eclipsing all comers
so good was that seemingly effortless sound
every man boy and broomstick
believed he could sing the same way
only to die in the trying
like poor skinny kids the world over
his rampaging passions ran hot
off a short angry fuse
but such consummate talent
bought loads of redemption
(With all due respect to superb contemporary vocalists like Harry Connick Jr and Michael Buble, there will never be another Francis Albert, in my music loving opinion.)
That era was so magical. Wish i could be living in those days.
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they were, indeed
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Swing on!
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you bet
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One of my mum’s favourites
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mine too
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I so agree with you bout that tone. I’m an old soul I tell ya… i do listen to a wide variety of music from metal to classical and I love to have to days of listening to Sinatra and Dean Martin.
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my tastes have narrowed with age but he’s still a favorite
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Those eyes, those lips, that voice! What a wonderful time to have lived. The music and dance are among my favourites.
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he had it all
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He did have something special…great tribute!
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thanks kindly
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Very welcome!
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Take that picture of me down!
Beautiful poem as always.
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ha ha – I must have got confused
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No worries, everybody confuses me with that guy.
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One of a kind methinks. Fine, fine image painted of the man himself.
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a unique rascal, indeed
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Perfect tribute, in my opinion!
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I’m so glad you think so
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Probably not, though he’s not a fave of mine–I’d go with Dean Martin and Perry Como. I’m glad you mentioned Michael Buble–I do like him. I was watching “Moonstruck” the other night–I LOVE when Dino sings, “That’s Amore!” I probably should have been Italian…
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we all have our special tastes – I liked Dean and Perry a lot, but would probably put Mel Torme and Tony Bennett ahead of them
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Oh yeah, Tony Bennett–forgot about him for a second!
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I love that you noted how the cigs and whiskey honed his talent. Gold in, gold out. 😉 He really was a character and I cannot fail to move to New York. Not twice. Every time! All swingers at heart maybe. 🙂 A fine tribute, Paul, with your fondness shining through.
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only Tony Bennett remains from his era – thank God for recordings
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My husband is a big fan of Sinatra, too. Any time I hear him, *I* think of the old Merry Melodie cartoons, be it the Bugs Bunny cartoon where Elmer Fudd’s a waiter in Hollywood and we see Sinatra suck himself into a straw because he’s so thin, or the Porky Pig cartoon where Bing and Frank roosters compete for the chickens’ affections. 🙂
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you brought back a rush of memories – those wonderful old cartoons shown in the theater between the double feature films – thank you
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You’re most welcome! They’re childhood favorites for us, too, and we enjoy sharing them with our children.
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The poetry flows just like the music! A pleasure to read
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as is your thoughtful comment – thank you
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Fabulous.There will never be another Sinatra
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I agree
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you brought back a rush of memories – those wonderful old cartoons shown in the theater between the double feature films – thank you
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much appreciated
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