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Frank always sounded like he was enjoying himself—which was a limitation on him as a singer of sad songs: it was hard for him to sell the suffering of the lyric when he took such joy in the mere act of singing. But there are a few tracks on ...Sings for Only the Lonely where he nails it, and "Willow, Weep For Me" is the best of those.
I've been immersed in the American popular songbook lately, filling in the gaps in my musical education by learning a shedload of jazz and standards; as part of that process, I've spent a lot of time searching for recorded versions of the 60+ tunes I've chosen for this project.
Conclusion: Frank sang everything. Just about every tune on my list, Frank had a crack at it at some point in his career. The only one who challenges him for sheer overbearing ubiquity is Ella Fitzgerald. |
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