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This album makes me want to turn the shades down on a rainy November day, sip on a bit of cognac and just stare out the window. Frank Sinatra was a sad sack before it was cool. The thing that makes this record so heart-wrenchingly beautiful is just the fact that Sinatra manages to sound heartbroken with seemingly little effort put into actually doing it. This sounds like what actual heartbreak sounds like, and he just doesn't try hard to make it some kind of overly depressing look-how-fucking-sad-i-am-fest like a lot of musicians tend to do.
Another thing about this album is that it just doesn't sound dated. At all. It's honestly a bit awe-inspiring how great this thing still sounds 50+ years on from it's original release. But honestly as I was listening to this and thinking about it, when the record came to a close it felt like some kind of void was left in it's absence, and idk this thing is just getting better and better every goddamn time I listen to it. The instrumentation here is generally standard (though really good) jazz-pop fare, setting a fitting backdrop for Sinatra's lonely and sorrowful cries.
The lyrics here are also fantastic, and not in a way that uses a ton of adjectives or metaphors or plays on words. They're just so poignant. They don't need you to contemplate them, all these words do is go right for the heart and impale you with melancholy.
All in all if you ever find yourself lonely and/or sad after midnight, please put this on. You won't regret it.
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