I once had dinner with Frank Sinatra. Well, sort of. I mention that (details below) because I've just finished reading the massive two-volume biography of Sinatra by James Kaplan. All together it's about 2,000 pages (including footnotes and sources), but Kaplan's prose is breezy and the many stories and anecdotes from Sinatra's friends and acquaintances make the pages fly by. If you are a fan of "The Voice," (and if not, why not?) it's well worth your time. If you're not up for all 2,000 pages, I'll give you a one-line summary: Frank was a world-class S.O.B., but also one of the greatest entertainers in the history of popular music. While reading the bio, I played Frank's records -- matching up the LPs to the timeline in the biography, beginning with the early hits on Columbia, the pivotal years with Tommy Dorsey's band, his long heyday on Capitol and Reprise, and ending with his last two studio albums, Duets and Duets II, released in 1993 and 1994 respectively. He died in 1998.
During his lifetime, Sinatra released 78 LPs: 59 studio albums, five live albums, and 14 compilation albums. In addition, he released 297 singles, many of them 78s from the days of the screaming bobbysoxers in the 1940s and 50s. Checking my collection, I find I have 68 Sinatra LPs. However, I have duplicates and triplicates of numerous titles, as well as a couple of posthumous compilations and foreign releases, so I actually only have 44 of the 78 albums released while Sinatra was alive. Clearly I've got to pick up the pace. (If you really want to go crazy, the official Sinatra family website has a list of 10,066 Sinatra albums that have been released all time worldwide.)
To mark what would have been Sinatra's 100th birthday in 2015 (Frank was born in 1915), Universal Music (UMe) remastered and reissued a bunch of Sinatra's best-selling and most-loved albums. Listening again to my Sinatra albums as I read the bio, I realized that some of the original copies I have are not in great shape and decided to order a few of the new pressings to see how they sound. I bought Come Fly With Me, Come Dance With Me, Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim, Nice 'N' Easy, Ring-A-Ding-Ding, and In The Wee Small Hours. All are classic, must-have Sinatra albums.
After comparing the new versions to my original pressings (the only one I didn't already have was Ring-A-Ding-Ding), I am happy to report that the new releases sound terrific. I couldn't find any information about who did the remasters or whether the sources used were the original tapes or digital copies. But to my ear, they sound ring-a-ding-ding: The strings are lush, the brass is fat and sassy, and Sinatra's baritone is rich and beautifully burnished. The disks are extremely well pressed on quiet 180-gram vinyl by Record Industry in the Netherlands. All the records come with poly-lined dust sleeves, and the replica jackets look swell. If you have some holes in your Sinatra collection, my advice is don't bother trying to find originals, which, though widely available, have often been played to death. For $20 a pop (some even less), you can have new copies complete with that new record smell. Ahhh.
My Dinner With Frank
OK, now my Sinatra story. My wife and I were working at the U.S. Embassy in Rome in September of 1991 when Frank came to town to perform a concert as part of his Diamond Jubilee World Tour. The U.S. Ambassador hosted a gala dinner for Frank and his fourth wife Barbara (the former Mrs. Zeppo Marx) at the Villa Taverna, the official residence of the U.S. Ambassador in Rome. Since my wife and I were fairly junior officers, we were nowhere near being on the guest list for the soiree. However, late in the afternoon on the day of the dinner, we got a call from the Ambassador's staff to say that one of the invited couples had cancelled at the last minute, and they needed us to get dressed and get over to the residence to fill the empty seats right now. Well, sure. And on the way, we should stop at the Hotel Excelsior to pick up TV personality John McLoughlin and give him a ride. OK.
We quickly got ready, raced across town to fetch McLoughlin, and got to the Villa Taverna just before the other guests began to arrive. As my wife was taking McLoughlin inside to meet the Ambassador, the Ambassador's secretary frantically pulled me aside and said, "There's nobody here to greet the guests. You speak Italian, so stay here and welcome everyone and make sure they all sign the guest book." OK. (Foreign Service Officers are nothing if not adaptable.) I took up my post under the portico of the main door (above) and greeted everyone as they arrived, including Gina Lollobrigida, Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gorme (who were the opening act for Sinatra), and actor/funnyman George Segal who was in Rome filming a TV show. There were a number of other well-known Italian personalities and business moguls who I can't remember. Almost everyone was somebody since dinner with Frank was the hottest ticket in town. [Fun facts: Gina Lollobrigida co-starred with Sinatra in the 1959 movie Never So Few, a film set in wartime Burma. Contrary to some malicious wags, Kaplan says that Frank and Gina did not hook up during filming. The film also features a young Steve McQueen.]
Frank and Barbara were two of the last to arrive for the dinner. As they got out of the limo, I welcomed them to the residence and asked if they would please sign the Ambassador's guest book. Frank gave me a look like he had just stepped in dog poop and muttered, "I ain't signing the goddamn guest book." Barbara smiled at me and whispered to Frank, "Be nice." She quickly signed for the two of them, and I ushered them inside.
Dinner was outside in the magnificent gardens behind the Villa. I don't recall precisely, but believe there were 6-8 round tables set out for about 50 guests. I was seated next to George Segal, who was a very nice guy and a lot of fun to talk to. Out of the blue he asked me if I knew where he could get a banjo, because he thought he might play it on his TV appearance the next evening. (Segal is a fine banjo player.) He was delighted when I told him that I played a little banjo myself and would be happy to loan him mine. (In the end, the studio found a banjo for him, so my five-string missed its moment in the spotlight.)
Frank and Barbara were seated at the head table with the Ambassador and his wife, along with Steve and Eydie and Gina Lollobrigida. It was a gorgeous September evening in Rome, with twinkly lights strung overhead in the garden. I don't remember much else about the dinner except that after coffee and desert the Ambassador made brief remarks and then asked if Frank could possibly favor us with a song (the staff had moved the residence's baby grand onto a nearby side patio and had hired a pianist to be on standby just in case.) I couldn't hear Frank, but he had the same look as when I asked him to sign the guest book earlier. After a brief, awkward pause, Steve and Eydie got up and graciously agreed to do a couple of numbers. The Sinatras left soon afterward, but the party moved inside and continued for some time afterward.
It was a pretty memorable evening for my wife and me, and all these years later I'm sorry to note that we didn't even get a mention in Kaplan's book.
Enjoy the music!
My Dinner With Frank
OK, now my Sinatra story. My wife and I were working at the U.S. Embassy in Rome in September of 1991 when Frank came to town to perform a concert as part of his Diamond Jubilee World Tour. The U.S. Ambassador hosted a gala dinner for Frank and his fourth wife Barbara (the former Mrs. Zeppo Marx) at the Villa Taverna, the official residence of the U.S. Ambassador in Rome. Since my wife and I were fairly junior officers, we were nowhere near being on the guest list for the soiree. However, late in the afternoon on the day of the dinner, we got a call from the Ambassador's staff to say that one of the invited couples had cancelled at the last minute, and they needed us to get dressed and get over to the residence to fill the empty seats right now. Well, sure. And on the way, we should stop at the Hotel Excelsior to pick up TV personality John McLoughlin and give him a ride. OK.
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| The Villa Taverna in Rome |
Frank and Barbara were two of the last to arrive for the dinner. As they got out of the limo, I welcomed them to the residence and asked if they would please sign the Ambassador's guest book. Frank gave me a look like he had just stepped in dog poop and muttered, "I ain't signing the goddamn guest book." Barbara smiled at me and whispered to Frank, "Be nice." She quickly signed for the two of them, and I ushered them inside.
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| George Segal |
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| Steve and Eydie |
Frank and Barbara were seated at the head table with the Ambassador and his wife, along with Steve and Eydie and Gina Lollobrigida. It was a gorgeous September evening in Rome, with twinkly lights strung overhead in the garden. I don't remember much else about the dinner except that after coffee and desert the Ambassador made brief remarks and then asked if Frank could possibly favor us with a song (the staff had moved the residence's baby grand onto a nearby side patio and had hired a pianist to be on standby just in case.) I couldn't hear Frank, but he had the same look as when I asked him to sign the guest book earlier. After a brief, awkward pause, Steve and Eydie got up and graciously agreed to do a couple of numbers. The Sinatras left soon afterward, but the party moved inside and continued for some time afterward.
It was a pretty memorable evening for my wife and me, and all these years later I'm sorry to note that we didn't even get a mention in Kaplan's book.
Enjoy the music!
