97 Words: Frank Sinatra at 100


Frank was everything. He was a God to me growing up. The day he died, my grandmother wouldn’t speak to me on the phone she was so distraught. I’ve grown to appreciate the music more as I’ve grown up. He is unparalleled. “Fly Me To The Moon” is forever my favorite. The melody, the vocal, the arrangement; it’s the epitome of perfection. I love that I live blocks away from his birthplace. I even drank with his touring manager once. It’s all come full circle for me. A nice Italian boy from New Jersey… me and Frank.


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