The mere act of re-releasing a 1960 Frank Sinatra
album speaks to the fact that his name still creates ripples when tossed into the cultural pond; still has the power to inspire a reaction when other other vocal stars of yore have receded into distant memory. An ocean of ink has been spilled in portraits and musical criticism of the "Chairman of the Board," some of it merely respectful, most adulatory. Long ago, the rough, mafia-inflected edges were smoothed out and the battle was won, or should I say the seduction was complete. At this point, you can write about Frank Sinatra, although it feels like being the fifty millionth customer at Arby's. Nonetheless, I will step in line, socially distance and review this album (albeit briefly). First, however, I have to go a few rounds with the Sinatra mythology; not the complicated man, the music.
In order to get a whiff of the current zeitgeist, I asked a question on jazz social media"Sinatra: jazz or pop singer"and the response was immediate, vehement and disproportionately large. Phrases like "impeccable phrasing" "transcendent," "stamp his own indelible imprint on a song" appeared often in comments. Some took offense at the question being asked at all, with comments like: "He's one of the greatest singers of all time. He doesn't need approval from anyone." In one attempt to put him in the jazz category, someone went so far as to say: "'scooby dooby doo' is scatting." Some hardcore jazz people were reluctant to claim him as their own, but overall, ne'er was heard a discouraging word. Of course-as Perry Mason would say-it's irrelevant and immaterial whether one categorizes Sinatra as a pop or a jazz singer, but the subtext in most of the messages seemed to be: Old Blue Eyes' voice soothes the mind and stirs the heart, so don't spoil the mood with critical analysis.
Pushing ahead, nonetheless. On the jazz side of the ledger, Sinatra listened and borrowed from the best: Louis Armstrong
, Billie Holiday
, Mabel Mercer. He also surrounded himself with the best jazz musicians, composers and arrangers. There's a quality of relaxation that the mature Sinatra brought-an easy sense of time in mid-tempo tunes and laying back in up-tempo songs that one can easily associate with jazz. The general idea of "phrasing" comes up often as a Sinatra encomium. There's something in that, but "a story comes with it," as Damon Runyon would say. Sinatra often talked about how closely he observed trombonist Tommy Dorsey
in order to copy his breathing technique and extend the length of his phrases. Then, how he learned to hold his breath underwater. Here's my take: he had excellent breath control and when he was singing with a band like Count Basie
's, he soaked up the atmosphere and absolutely sounded "instrumental" in his phrasing. In other musical environments, there was little to separate him from other crooners with a "jazzy" edge (except his voice, which was singular). So, there's truth here, but it's been burnished to a higher shine.
The fact that Sinatra brought a singular sense of emotional vulnerability to male singing has been oft stated. Yes, but it's also true that Sinatra was a capable actor and demonstrated vulnerability onscreen that helped to reinforce that quality when coming off the grooves of his records. Again, there's truth, but deftly reinforced.
The most obvious quality at play in designating anything as jazz is improvisation and there's a lot of exaggeration surrounding the improvisatory capacities or inclinations of Sinatra. He took few real melodic risks. Of course he diverged from the way songs were written and never sang a song "straight," but no popular singer has sung a melody straight since Sophie Tucker sang "Some of These Days" in 1907. As far as recording goes, the reality is pretty far from the myth: that Sinatra would go in the studio and just rip it off right away-boom, one or two takes and that was it. When recording, he was not the off-the-cuff swinger who took it as it came, as take #8 of "I've Got a Crush on You" in this collection shows. In fact, as detailed in Charles L. Granata
's book Sessions with Sinatra: Frank Sinatra and the Art of Recording
(Chicago Review Press, 2003), Sinatra was a perfectionist, who would reject hours of recording that he thought were not "just right." He would experiment with the details in the studio, find what he liked and stick with it. As to whether this marks a jazz singer, the answer is ambiguous (cf. Billie Holiday), but anyway you slice it, "scooby doo be do" is not scat. He carefully crafted his music. He didn't create it on the spot.
As far as Sinatra's "ring-a-ding-dings," "broads," sly homophobic interjections, etc.can definitely do without it, but it says more about him as a man than a musician and in this review I'm doing what I can to separate the two.
After Sinatra rose to fame in the late '30s-mid '40s, he hit a trough around 1950, as R&B and rock and roll began to take hold. He recorded a bunch of failed pop-jazz hybrids during that period (with Mitch Miller, whom he never forgave) but it was the series of recordings of ballads and "easy swingers" (he never had blues in heavy rotation) he made in the mid-1950's that revitalized his career.
In the middle of that resurgent period, he began releasing Lp's in two main categories: swingers with the likes of Count Basie and ballads, into which the 1960 album Nice "N Easy
(Capitol, 1960) falls. The title states it clearly enough-perhaps understates it-as the title track "Nice "N Easy" has a little bounce to it and is friskier than any other song on the album. I won't go into detail on individual songs except to say that "You Go To My Head" is my favorite and "How Deep is the Ocean," my least favorite. The songs are all well crafted by professional songwriters and arranged by Nelson Riddle
, who understood as well as anyone how to best to set off Sinatra's voice. However, the overall effect is a shade on the soporific-edging-toward-gluttonous side. For me, all-ballad albums work best when there are instrumental solos to break up the straight-ahead repetition of melodies, but that doesn't happen here. One sees why record producers are wise to alternate ballads with mid and up-tempo tunes on albums. In general, even on swinging Sinatra recordings, solos are fairly rare and brief, although group sectional sections commonly break up the arrangements. Nice "N Easy
was a 1960 recording, but there's great consistency in the way Sinatra approached a ballad, whether he was singing it in 1940, 1950, 1960 or 1970, and during the course of at least 4 decades, he managed to capture a large proportion of the American romantic musical imagination. How 2020 ears will hear this music I can't say. The music might sound alien, cornball or inferior to the ballad singing from that era of Johnny Hartman
, Nat King Cole
or Sarah Vaughan
. Or, hearing it might be revelatory-"this is what all the fuss was about"-although I think that's likelier to happen with one of Sinatra's recordings with Basie. After listening, I can't imagine anyone will know whether to call Sinatra a jazz or a pop singer. That's partially because it's a complicated question and partially because in popular American culture, it's hard to tell the tropes without a scorecard. There's quality hereno questionand there's mythology too. If you can, try to shut out the noise and do what singer Jon Hendricks
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