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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Francis Albert Sinatra Little Green Apples


And this is one of my favorite's always reminds of Dad ...he used to sing along to this thinking no one was listening...but ...I was
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I have great memories of Dad singing the old standards in his deep and rich baritone. He brought a great warmth to the evening when he sang for us while he was combing his hair in front of that old mirror in the front room. Even Mam was thrilled. He had perfect pitch and beautiful intonation. To this day I can hear him toying with us, knowing that we loved his voice and hung on every note. I even remember one evening when he shaved; he left a pencil, Clark Gable type moustache, I begged him to leave it there. He wouldn't , he shaved it off. The point was made and he loved the attention we paid him.
He would charm the birds out of the trees with that beautiful voice of his, too bad he was so shy. He deprived a lot of the children of some wonderful moments. He taught me never to be shy about the talents that God has given us and to share them as naturally as saying hello.
As far as this track is concerned, sorry Brendan, I absolutely hate it. Always have and always will. It is far beneath the classic repertoire and doesn't have an iota of wit or complexity. Sentimental drivel as far as I am concened and not a match for Cole Porter, Irving Berlin and the like. I do not know why he recorded this. Cycles is an album that is half good and half bad. Fortunately the half good makes up for the half bad.

October 31, 2011 at 6:01 AM

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