Frankie

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Frankie, the song is you!
I hear music and when I look at you, the beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew. Down deep in my heart, I hear it play. I feel it start then melt away. I hear music when I touch your hand, a beautiful melody from some enchanted land. Down deep in my heart, I hear it say, is it today? I alone have heard this lovely strain. I alone have heard this glad refrain. Must it be forever inside of me? Why can’t I let it go? Why can’t I let you know? Why can’t I let you know the song my heart would sing, that beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring? The music is sweet, the words are true – the song is you! In my book this was his greatest song, The Song Is You, composed by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein. The genius of Frank Sinatra is that he makes you feel the song he sings is you, you alone, you above all. He gives vent to all your innermost feelings, your unspoken desires, your secret loves – the first tender kiss, the once-again and forever-after of teenage crush, the deep and abiding love of wife and husband, the towering and tender passion of man and woman, the sadness and the gladness, the triumphs and failures, the twists and turns, the zigs and zags of your journey upon this earth. No one in this world can do this except Frank Sinatra. And probably no one ever will.

Before Tim McGraw, Led Zeppelin, and even before Elvis Presley there was Frankie, the man some say "held the patent for the popular song". Francis Albert Sinatra was born December 12, 1915, the only child of working-class Italian American immigrants. At birth he was thought to be stillborn until his grandmother revived him under cold water. He made his career through Junior High school but only lasted forty-seven days in senior high. This could be partly due to his attitude toward school, Frank was quoted saying: "To my crowd, school was very uninteresting, and homework was something we never bothered with. The few times we attended class we, we were rowdy....
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