Tuesday, November 26, 2024

She Shot Me Down- Sinatra

 



        His voice is something I would hear often in my kitchen throughout my childhood, the classic theme to many Italian American homes in the Bronx. Jumping into the later years of Frank Sinatra, this 1981 quiet prelude to heartache is one of my personal favorites. You may think this isn't classic Frank, but it is. It's just the deeper layer, below the banter, lavish parties, booze, and women. 
  Unfolding like a dimly lit noir film, as I listen, I think to myself this is a man stripped bare by time and memories. His voice is vulnerable and beckons you into his feelings of longing, and regret. He is here to let you know he is well aware of what it means to lose.

   "Monday Morning Quarterback" is repeat worthy, and tear worthy. It's somber and warm, a song about remorse and wishing one could go back and do things differently. In my opinion the best song on the whole album, and I think it goes on my top 5 favorite Sinatra songs. It wouldn't make sense without the rest telling a sad story. 
His rendition of "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" is orchestrated beautifully, evoking the essence of a classical piece. Subsequently, Nancy Sinatra covers her father's song later on, infusing it with her own unique flair that lends it a "007" essence. What is interesting to me is despite both versions sharing the same lyrics, they convey distinct narratives: Frank's interpretation seems more resigned & defeated, whereas Nancy's version carries a tone of vengeance. You certainly do not want to mess with Nancy. 
  
    

   

    Frank's vocals, as always, linger throughout my home, each echo adorning the rooms, his lyrics seeping into the very structure. The extraordinary aspect of his voice lies in his intuitive knowledge of when to modulate a note, when to restrain, and when to unleash. His control, even in the liveliest of his songs, was remarkable. It was definitive; the moment he sang into the microphone, there was no mistaking that it was his voice.

Another masterpiece added to the Midnight Vinyl archives....

-Midnight Mama

    

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