If you listen to any Sinatra song, Listen to this One:

Bob Dylan's recent release(s) have renewed my interest in exploring the music of Frank Sinatra. Recently, I turned back the dusty pages of the old newspaper to Sinatra's 1955 album, The Wee Small Hours. What a killer it is.

The title track is a jaw dropping heartache. Sinatra carries this tune expertly, complete with a detectable sense resignation in his voice.

Here, Sinatra takes us down the dark streets of our past as we see the city lights glowing in his eyes. If anything, this song explains the album cover, which features Frank wearing a dark suit jacket and smokey grey hat, blue and faded amidst the city streetlights.

This song is a killer of a heartbreak because it could easily split you in two, yet the comfort of the crooner here offers some repose. Repose, rest, heartbreak, and memories over a cup of coffee overlooking the brick apartment buildings that seem to stretch on forever in the city. It's all there in Frank Sinatra's "Wee Small Hours". 


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