I love Frank Sinatra. I have a connection with Franks music that I've only found with a couple of people in my brief existance. His album in the wee small hours saved my life once upon a time. I grew up around old people so I grew up with Frank. It wasn't till I got to high school that I actually started to listen to the lyrics and feel the kinship, that someone else in this universe was as lonely as I was. I wasn't a very popular guy, (hell I'm still not) I had thick glasses, no muscle mass and was a geek. Needless to say girls weren't lining up to date me. When I did finally did get a girl, she was my girlfriend for maybe a day then broke it off because her friends said so. I found solace where I imagine most do, music. But I couldn't find anything that expressed what I was feeling. Then I remembered Frank. I found that album and realized I wasn't alone. So when ever you feel blue, I recommend you go see my pal Frank, and he'll help set you straight.