Saw him in the Olympia in Paris in the late '70's. Great artist. It was wonderful evening of music and conversation with the audience. A true artist who understood human nature. At the end of his set he wanted to to do more songs and poetry and he gave the audience the option of leaving or staying to enjoy his music. I was with someone very special and we stayed until the end. It was magic.....
This is an autographed
photo of Frank Sinatra that I have had since the sixties. No big deal but there
is an interesting story behind it.
playing the royal festival hall and he was in London for the performance. There
is a DVD of this performance. It was wonderful. We didn’t see it of course.
Gerard twyford and I lived in London at the time but we had very little money
and we didn’t have the time to wait outside his place (wherever it was) to try
to see him. At that time Sinatra was very, very big in Europe, he always has
been. We wanted to meet him and get his autograph but we had more chance of seeing
god in those days. We were Sinatra crazy the both of us. We went to Sinatra meetings
where they played old recordings and had discussions about composers,
interpretations of songs etc. We were crazy; we played his music all the time and
would often stay in of an evening and listen to him, Tony Bennet and Ella Fitzgerald.
We got to know a lot about who composed what and how many people had sung what,
the year it was recorded and so on. One of our favorite LP was Tony Sings for
the Jet Set; A great cd for those who care about music. Sinatra at the Sands
was also played to death. We also read everything there was to read on these
subjects. We ended up being amateur music experts with what we listened to.
Anyway, I digress,
one day during frank’s stay in London there was a picture posted in the
Standard of him coming out of what looked like and apartment building and on
this building there was an address with a number. We put two and two together
and wrote to him at said address asking for an autographed photo and hoped for
the best but of course we didn’t really have that much ??? of ever getting a
But we did!
At least Gerard Twyford did, complete with photo and cover letter. I got
nothing and was very disappointed, the concert was over and he left London, I still
did not have my photo.
Then I remembered
the cover letter, got the address and wrote to him in California. You have to
remember that this was the sixties and California was on another planet for us.
I sent him
a letter and within few weeks I got my photo with a letter of apology. I don’t
know where this letter is now but I know I have it somewhere. These were the
days before automatic signature machines and as you can see by the smudge the writing
seems to be authentic.
was a larger place then and the chances of seeing Sinatra ever was as remote as
to be beyond imagination for us poor 20 something’s in the sixties.
I know then that 20 years later as we were preparing a banquet in Palm Springs
that the door would swing open and in would walked Frank Sinatra. He looked at
me and our eyes met for a brief moment. They were piercing blue eyes and the
aura around the man was almost visible. I cooked dinner for him at the Palm
Springs hotel and saw him concert in Tacoma, Washington for my 40th
birthday. After the concert I went up to the stage before he got down and
watched him come down the steps to go to his dressing room. This man floated on
air and had a powerful presence. I reached out and touched him on the shoulder.
People parted to let him through as if
he were royalty.
of this story, if there is one, is that we never know what tomorrow or next
year will bring and things that seem out of reach are attainable.