“I want to see
your face in every kind of light
In fields of gold and forest of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make”
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make”
Since the last “…
and several butcher’s aprons” post leaned, oh so slightly, to the cynical,
sarcastic and somewhat spiteful, we return to the “Saturday Song Selection”
series with, if I may borrow an over-used phrase from those who gave our blog
its very title, “something completely different,” a mood change as dramatic as
Mitt’s policy shifts from Monday to Tuesday and an opening sentence as lengthy
as his list of lies. This Saturday, June 16th, nycityman gets
sentimental, soft, schmaltzy and sappy, with a lump in his throat and perhaps
even a tear brought to the eye and a wish that you may similarly react. Feel no
embarrassment if you do, for it was Frank Sinatra with his raw, sensitive and
vulnerable interpretation of ballads, particularly songs of heart break and
regret, who showed that it was okay for a tough-guy to cry. After his meteoric
rise and early big band, bobbysoxer period idolatry, Sinatra suffered a time of
both professional and personal decline and turmoil, climaxing in the end of his
marriage to Ava Gardner. Listen to the material he released after this period
and you hear a singer who had matured into an artist, and one who openly
expressed and exposed his emotions and experiences.
“What are You
Doing the Rest of Your Life” was recorded in 1974. In Frank’s “summer, winter,
spring and fall” of his life, he was decidely autumnal, for although he would
continue to perform for over 20 more years, that voice had seen a lot of life
and was no longer quite as powerful or pristine, nor were the performances as
consistent. But I have a particular fondness and emotional attachment to this
period and the years that followed, as this was the Sinatra era I would get to experience
live, and even if a note was a soupçon uncertain, what remained unadulterated
and untainted by time, cigarettes, or Jack Daniels was the evocation, the poignancy
and passion, the life behind the song. Seeing Sinatra in concert was permanently an
event, no matter the actual number of times in attendance, each was a singular
and memorable occurrence. In the
twilight of his journey you realized you were seeing history.
With lyrics by
Alan and Marilyn Bergman, music by the wonderful French composer Michel Legrand
and an arrangement by frequent Sinatra
collaborator, Don Costa, “What are You Doing the Rest of Your Life” is a true
highlight of the latter part of Sinatra’s career – a moving, evocative, emotional
performance from an expressive voice. However
one must point out that his recent habit of holding, twisting and exaggerating
the ‘I” sound, as In “night” and “light” ending each with an overemphasis on
the “t” – I suppose the spelling would be something akin to“lyeeett”- a staple
to impressionists from this day forward, is certainly fully on display in this
track. I myself find it quite enjoyable to do when indulging in the fine and
respected art of karaoke, and think of it as a humble, reverential homage.
The composer,
Michel Legrand has written over 200 film and TV scores, received every conceivable
honor and award in the international music industry, and is known in the United
States for such songs as the theme from “Brian’s Song,” the Oscar winning “Windmills
of Your Mind,” “I Will Wait for You,” “How Do You Keep the Music Playing?” and today’s
presentation. It certainly seems imperative that Monsieur Legrand must be the subject of a future
Saturday Song Selection - tout de suite.
Saturday, June 16th Birthdays
1987 Abby Elliott – Third generation
in a comedy family, Abby’s dad is Chris Elliott and her grandfather was the Bob
half of Bob and Ray, legendary, incomparable and droll (yes, I said droll)
radio comedy team. I feel a slight affection for this clan, as I saw Bob live
at Carnegie Hall. I worked with Chris once, and I’ve recently seen Abby wearing
naught but a smile and fortuitously placed soap bubbles in Maxim magazine. There, Abby, you wanted attention, you got
attention! Now go put some clothes on. What would your grandfather think?
1938
Joyce Carol Oates – I have to admit, Joyce Carol Oates has been included in a mistakenly
vain attempt to try and present nycityman and this blog as learned and classy. I,
along with everyone associated with “… in several butcher’s aprons,” blogspot,
and the entire world wide web across this great globe of ours, sincerely
apologizes and we will attempt to return to our television and pop culture
references as rapidly as is humanly possible.
1937
Erich Segal – Love means never having to make but the most obvious joke.
1936
Fred Oster - Dutch Television host – see earlier entry: Alice Ann Newman
1907
Jack Albertson – this man he ain't so hard to understand. Chico, if you try now, I know that you can lend a
helping hand. But much more significantly, Jack Albertson was the postal
employee in “A Miracle on 34th St” who, in a glorious display of the
lethargy and slothfulness of the government employee and the fabled corruption
and inefficiency of government agencies, reroutes all the “Dear Santa” letters
to the courthouse where Kris Kringle is on trial for mental instability, and
thereby saves our most beloved of holidays and rescues Santa from a lifetime of
institutionalization -. and remember, Mr. Claus’ lifetime is multiple hundreds
of years.
1890
Stan Laurel - brilliant, beloved, immortal – if only kids today would watch
black and white. What’s to say about one half of arguably the greatest comedy
duo in film history – and not really arguably? Just enjoy the clip below from
the Laurel and Hardy classic, “Way out West.”
But
first, Frank Sinatra, “What are You Doing the Rest of Your Life?”
C'est Magnifique!
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