A lyrical genius has a birthday.
We only get a handful of those musical geniuses in our lifetime. Almost everyone knows his ditties, taps their feet to his tune and almost everyone is instantly in a better frame of mind.
Only one person can achieve all that. Yes, Frank Sinatra. It was his birthday yesterday and I almost forgot. Almost, but not quite.
He would have been 99 years old yesterday. All my life I have been somehow surrounded by his music. My dad is an all time fan and was lucky enough to attend a live concert of Frank Sinatra and I can imagine that my dad behaved like any other ardent fan...kicking up his heels and singing along at the top of this lungs.
To most of you, Frank Sinatra is part of the antique set. Maybe you've seen his records at a garage sale or you have stumbled across an old movie of his. If you would only take the time to listen to his songs and music, you'd get to meet a genius who was able to make women swoon merely by singing the first few lines of his songs.
You know, the man behind the songs was very attractive too. He wasn't called Old Blue Eyes for nothing...Those blue eyes coupled with The Voice! A voice that could nurse you through a broken heart, could make you smile, could make you want to visit places and his voice of course could make you cry.
He wasn't a model by any means, but he had that attraction of a man's man. A type that hardly exists anymore. A man who smoked cigars, drank whiskey and played poker with his pals. Or at least that is how I picture him with his buddies from the famous " Rat Pack ", while living in Las Vegas.
There is a whole new generation who has still got the pleasure ahead of them. The pleasure of discovering and falling in love with Frank's songs. The lyrics and the emotion coupled with one of the best features of all...a harmonious and gentle beat. Music to my ears.
Happy Birthday, Frank Sinatra...and thank you for your music.