My new, 80s-born flatmate revealed that he doesn’t like Frank Sinatra. He feels that the material is “nothingness” and lacks any real emotion. My counter-argument is one of the best albums I’ve ever heard, his collaboration with Jobim. It really doesn’t get much better than that.
Further, Frank’s hanging with the Kennedys and the Mafia, sleeping with an astonishing number of women, being the leader of the Rat Pack, and owing a casino, is not enough to make him cool. Goodness knows what would be.
And if you haven’t read it, Rat Pack Confidential is pretty good.
