Francis Albert “Frank” Sinatra (December 12, 1915 – May 14, 1998) was a successful American singer and film actor. Beginning his musical career in the swing era with Harry James and Tommy Dorsey, Sinatra became an unprecedentedly successful solo artist in the early to mid-1940s, after being signed to Columbia Records in 1943. Being the idol of the “bobby soxers”, he released his first album, The Voice of Frank Sinatra in 1946. In 1954 after he won theAcademy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his performance in From Here to Eternity. He signed with Capitol Records in 1953 and released several critically lauded albums, such as In the Wee Small Hours, Songs for Swingin’ Lovers, Come Fly with Me, Only the Lonely and Nice ‘n’ Easy. Sinatra left Capitol to found his own record label, Reprise Records in 1961, toured internationally, was a founding member of the Rat Pack and fraternized with celebrities and statesmen. Sinatra turned 50 in 1965, recorded the retrospective September of My Years, starred in the Emmy-winning television special Frank Sinatra: A Man and His Music, and scored new hits. Using his Las Vegas shows as a home base, he toured both within the United States and internationally, until a short time before his death in 1998.
Over the decades, much has been said about Frank Sinatra, good things and bad things. All I do know for sure is that he’s definitely one of my favourite entertainers and I’ll never get tired of listening to his music. I admire Sinatra, honestly I don’t care about anything rotten people have said about him, since you can’t expect a person to be perfect. He was amazing, and not many men have the talent he had nor his charismatic personality. Whether he was standing on a stage with Tommy Dorsey and his orchestra, fooling around with Dean Martin or posing for pictures with Ava, he always remained Frank Sinatra, he never cared about what people wrote or told about him, he did everything to please the audience, his fans and, of course, himself.
At first, I remember I was ebarrassed about liking Frank Sinatra, because I was eleven years old or so, and it seemed ridiculous at the time, since my friends didn’t even know who he was. Now, being fourteen, I am completely proud of loving The Voice. Two days ago (12/12) he would’ve turned 96 years old, so I suppose you could call this humble post a homage. I’ve been saving a lot of great photos for quite a few months, I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.