I love that song. And now when I hear it, I get all choked up, now that, I too, am in the autumn of my years.
Speaking of the chairman of the board. Funny (not in ha-ha funny) Frank Sinatra wouldn't touch "Scotch & Soda" since he admitted this song belonged to Bob Shane.
However, after listening to "It Was A Very Good Year" on his car radio in 1965, a few years after Bob Shane recorded it for the Kingston Trio's Goin' Places album, Frank telephoned Capitol Records and asked if they were planning to release it as a single?
When they told Frank no, he recorded it, feeling he had a winner on his hands!
In 1966, Frank won the Grammy Award for Best Vocal Performance. Not only that, "It Was A Very Good Year" peaked at #28 on the
Hot 100 Hit Parade.
All because Ervin Drake composed the song in 1961, in response to a request by Capitol Records producer Artie Mogull. Mr. Mogull
(not Voyle Gilmore) told Ervin Drake Bob Shane needed a solo for the Kingston Trio's album Goin' Places.
1) Frank Sinatra's version (1965)
2) Bob Shane's original version (1961)
Way back in 1981, Frank Sinatra recorded what turned out to be his final album for the record label he founded: Reprise Records.
The title of Sinatra's album was "She Shot Me Down" taken from Cher's hit "Bang Bang" written by Sonny Bono.
The LP was a thought-provoking set of torch songs focusing on loss and regret.
Two of my favourites became "Monday Morning Quarterback" because as everybody knows,
he would never make those same bad plays on Sunday again.
Then there's another song which reminds me of Caryn, the girl I knew before Julie.
Things didn't work out because of our differences and yet => don't "opposites" attract?
Anyhow, this Frank Sinatra song, "I Loved Her" was written by his conductor & musical arranger, Gordon Jenkins:
She was Boston, I was Vegas
She was crepe suzette, I was pie
She was lectures, I was movies
But I loved her
She was Mozart, I was Basie
She was afternoon tea, I was saloon
She was Junior League, I was Dodgers
But I loved her morning, night and noon
She was polo, I was race track
She was museums, I was TV
She did her best to change me
Though she never knew quite how
But I loved her almost as much as I do now
She was Wall Street, I was pawn shop
She was French champagne, I was beer
She knew much more than I did
But there was one thing she didn't know
That I loved her
'Cause I never told her so