How It's Done: "It Was a Very Good Year"

OMG. It was the fall of 1965. I was 26 and that was my song (along with "the In Crowd" by the Ramsey Lewis Trio). The girl I was dating was in the early stages of feminism (she had just read The Feminine Mystique) and she hated that song. She hated Sinatra and all the crap he brought with him. Needless to say because I kept palying it we broke up. I hadn't listened to that song in nearly 50 years; it turned me to jello. Thanks for the moment.

Posted by Charles Rostkowski at October 10, 2014 12:31 PM

My personal favorite song of all time. Because you're right: it never ever gets better than this, right here, right now.

Posted by MOTUS at October 10, 2014 2:58 PM

Yes it was a good one.

Posted by pbird at October 10, 2014 5:35 PM

That was marvelous. It's one thing to hear it; another entirely to see him in action. And so different from how it would be on a stage.


Posted by Julie at October 10, 2014 6:47 PM

I hated Sinatra. I hate this song. I hated all his songs.

Posted by Revernd Idaho Spud at October 10, 2014 8:25 PM

I guess you had to be there. Sinatra was of my parents generation. Never understood what it was that he was doing, talking, singing? Always a menacing vibe. Kind of like hip-hop is. Or perhaps it was because there were too many "Sinatra's" around, "guyz like you pizz me off" the jabbing finger in the face. We goofed on him plenty, though. Took special delight when his bodyguard attacked the guy with the trashcan. Tough Monkey as Fatso Judson said.

Posted by Will at October 11, 2014 6:42 AM

I cannot hear that song without thinking of my father. That is always a good thing.

Posted by Leslie at October 11, 2014 7:28 AM

He had one of the purest singing voices I can recall when he was young. Definitely deteriorated with age. I remember him saying that he would "sing the words" and I cannot recall a single recording of his that was not fully comprehensible from beginning to end.

Ella Fitzgerald was the female equivalent.

Posted by scory at October 11, 2014 7:29 AM

One thing about Sinatra, he has the coldest most detached, almost academic sounding voices....
and yet we like it?

Posted by pbird at October 11, 2014 8:16 AM

I cannot hear Sinatra without thinking of my Mom. God bless her. She turned me on to 'Frankie' and Miss Peggy Lee at a young age. Actually came and took me out of school one beautiful afternoon to take me to The Yeadon Theater to see 'Pete Kelly's Blues' with her. She never did tell me what she said to the Principal.

Regarding Mr. Sinatra... showing up for a recording session in suit, tie, and vest? Class. Thanks for the vid.

Posted by Badco at October 11, 2014 8:19 AM

All the guys in my high school (class of '49) thought Sinatra looked and acted like a sissy. All the girls went gaga over him, which we attributed to his looking and acting like someone they could push around. Life was different in those days.

Posted by BillH at October 11, 2014 9:53 AM

It was fascinating to see his eyes... You could almost see the memories he invoked while singing.

Cold? Detached? Don't understand? Academic? You are entitled to your opinions, but you are wrong.

Interesting to see how the song was recorded, too. Nowadays (even seeing some of the Beach Boys stuff) it's all one track laid down separately, and then you see the singer, requisite hand pressed to the ear, singing karaoke style.

This -- THIS was done all at once, the sounds mingling and mixing in the air, before being turned into signals. No wonder there's a magic to the sound.

Posted by Flyover Pilgrim at October 11, 2014 2:47 PM

The. Best. Song. Ever......
I discovered Frank in my thirties, this very album-"the September of my years". This was a concept album long before the Beatles supposedly invented concept albums. All time classic, Grammy album of the year 1965. If I could only have one album for the rest of my life it would be this!

Posted by Frankfan at October 11, 2014 10:03 PM