The sun had plunged into the Pacific, somewhere southwest of Bel-Air.
In Studio One, Sinatra, like the Pacific, makes his own waves. Fluorescent
light turns the singer a slightly lighter shade of grey. And amid this
neon's irreverent hum, the singer looks out into the plastic, humming
world about him. He stands at the microphone, singing in depth. Doing
his best thing... sharing. Sinatra's songs, soon to scatter worldwide
the belongings of one man's soul. He tilts his voice into a microphone,
just as he has for three decades. Decades spent in living, in recording,
and in singing small but poignant truths about loving. This ambiguous
man, with clear, touching insights. Sinatra at a microphone, nurturing
a bouquet of emotions, then plucking them in full flower, without first
checking for possible thorns.
The World We Knew (1967)
The World We Knew (Over And Over)
This Is My Love
Don't Sleep In The Subway
This Is My Song
You Are There
Some Enchanted Evening
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