Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of Frank Sinatra's passing.
I am a huge Sinatra fan. I don't know how I came to be one, it started sometime in H.S. I went from Frank, Dean Martin, the Rat Pack and various others, male & female vocalists from that era.
I believe in music and moods, and to me Sinatra is perfect for a grey day when your a little sad or for when you get your heart torn out. Now don't get me wrong, I can listen to Frank whenever, and usually do, but the days I described are the kind of days when only Frank will do.
Dino is for those perfect spring days, when the weather is just starting to warm up and you can drive with the windows down or if your in love...and not any kinda love, head over heels crazy love, ya'll know what I mean. Both are good background cooking music.
The Rat Pack however, a force to be reckoned with and not to be listened to while driving as you may laugh yourself off the road and into a ditch.
One of the first things my sweetie got me, was Sinatra Live in Vegas, and I heart him for that, it's a compilation I didn't have (I own a scary amount of Sinatra) it unexpected and for a first, hey, I saw this and thought of you gift, it was pretty on the mark. (I know, there really is no point to this aside, at all...but I thought it was super sweet of him and wanted to acknowledge it)
Sinatra for whatever reason is just a constant in my life, his music and movies made some of life's heartaches a little easier to bear. And although, I never knew him, never met him, never had the privilege of seeing him perform live and in person, he's brought something to my life. Thank you Frank, for whatever that something is.