hbgold (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hbgold) wrote,@ 2008-02-02 12:40:00 |
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Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Frank Sinatra
It's been a bad week. One of those weeks where if it wasn't for bad news, there'd been no news at all. Yet, the sun came out this morning, and my wife and I went to our nearby Starbucks for coffee (a weekend ritual we've recently developed). Over the music system, a Sinatra CD was playing. My wife thought that it would have been better if it had been a cloudy or rainy day for Sinatra, but for me no way.
Sometime around 1991, when I was in Del Mar, California on a project, I went into a small restaurant one morning for breakfast. Over the tinny sound system they were playing Sinatra. It was a wonderful breakfast. This morning in Starbucks, I was taken back to that; but it was more.
I love all kinds of music (I'd exclude Rap but since I don't consider it music that would be overkill). In junior high school and high school I was in Band and in bands. We played all kinds of things (some of which should never have been arranged for a junior high school band). Usually on weekends I, or one of my brothers would help my parents, who were photographers, at weddings or other social events. Every now and then it would be a big affair...I mean a BIG affair, with big bands brought in for performances. Now my Dad loved big bands. He would have loved to have played drums with one. I play drums, but never got to be in a big band. I loved the sound of the big bands. That was probably the genesis of my true affection for the Chairman of the Board. Having recently taken up the bass, I lament the fact that I will never be able to back up Mr. Frank Sinatra with the Nelson Riddle Orchestra.
So, to cap a really bad week, I came home, opened up the patio doors, and put on my favorite CD. The Reprise compilation of the Chairman, this one entitled Ring a DIng Ding. Ahhhh.
It's been a bad week. One of those weeks where if it wasn't for bad news, there'd been no news at all. Yet, the sun came out this morning, and my wife and I went to our nearby Starbucks for coffee (a weekend ritual we've recently developed). Over the music system, a Sinatra CD was playing. My wife thought that it would have been better if it had been a cloudy or rainy day for Sinatra, but for me no way.
Sometime around 1991, when I was in Del Mar, California on a project, I went into a small restaurant one morning for breakfast. Over the tinny sound system they were playing Sinatra. It was a wonderful breakfast. This morning in Starbucks, I was taken back to that; but it was more.
I love all kinds of music (I'd exclude Rap but since I don't consider it music that would be overkill). In junior high school and high school I was in Band and in bands. We played all kinds of things (some of which should never have been arranged for a junior high school band). Usually on weekends I, or one of my brothers would help my parents, who were photographers, at weddings or other social events. Every now and then it would be a big affair...I mean a BIG affair, with big bands brought in for performances. Now my Dad loved big bands. He would have loved to have played drums with one. I play drums, but never got to be in a big band. I loved the sound of the big bands. That was probably the genesis of my true affection for the Chairman of the Board. Having recently taken up the bass, I lament the fact that I will never be able to back up Mr. Frank Sinatra with the Nelson Riddle Orchestra.
So, to cap a really bad week, I came home, opened up the patio doors, and put on my favorite CD. The Reprise compilation of the Chairman, this one entitled Ring a DIng Ding. Ahhhh.
