I looked at my watch and turned on the radio. The music came pouring out and I sat there absorbing what sounded like hundred pieces playing the Axel Stordahl arrangement, swelling, softening, opening a path for Frank Sinatra’s voice to come through singing… I dropped my do-it-yourself record on the floor, listening, appreciating the professionalism, the way all that music served as no more than a frame for his voice, a frame he didn’t seem to even notice was there. He sang free, unencumbered, as easy as if he were int eh shower, yet all the elements fit and came together in a big-time sound that gave me chills.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Knowing how much Sinatra hated cheesecake, Brando purposely flubbed each take so that Sinatra would have to eat piece after piece of cheesecake. (x)
