Frank Sinatra and Jimmy Buffett

Mack The Knife

          

This is a very large file, please give it time to download. It is also  the most swinging version of this popular song from The Threepenny Opera that I ever heard. It's incredible when you realise that Frank recorded this duet with Jimmy Buffett in 1994 when he was all of 78 years old. Even at such an advanced age ol' blue eyes was still displaying his awesome vocal talents.

Enjoy.

Wait till the arrow is BLACK Then click the black arrow to hear the song.

           

Why so sad old blue eyes? You could hardly hope for a better life than the life of Frank Sinatra. He died eight years ago today on the 14th May 1998 at the ripe old age of 82 surrounded by grown-up children he loved and a wife who adored him.

In his day he made love to some of the most beautiful women of the 20th century. And made unforgettable music that will last for as long as men and women pin their dreams on each other.

The death of Sinatra was nothing like the death of Princess Diana. This wasn't a life cut tragically short. It wasn't a life that ended decades too soon.

Sinatra’s life had everything. Friends, family, lovers and long years to enjoy them all. Frank had more than his fair share. And yet I can't shake off this nagging sense of sadness and loss, for now he isn't there.  I am waking up to a world that doesn't contain Frank Sinatra. And it chokes me up.

Sinatra was the greatest entertainer of the modern age. Whether he sang of the love that he was about to find or the love that he had just lost, his voice could always find the secret corners of your heart.

All that has been lost to the World. But I think what's really sad is the thought that a part of your own past has died.

Like millions I grew up with Sinatra on the stereo. And a part of me must have imagined that he would always be there, a reassuring presence that I could always return to whenever I felt like it. My first wife and I fell in love to his music. I nursed a few bruised hearts to those records. But although the songs live on, from the singer himself there will be only silence.

And it’s tough. When we mourn the passing of a giant like Frank, we are also mourning our own lost youth and all the sweet days that can never come again.

One consolation is that those incredible records sound as good today as they did on the day they were made.

That music will never die.

And another is that when you finally get to heaven, the voice you hear on the celestial jukebox will probably belong to Francis Albert Sinatra.

Rest in peace......Ol' Blue Eyes

 

       

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