I’ve Got You Under My Skin

There is, quite simply, no way around it. I’ve thought about it under my skinendlessly. I’ve gone different routes and attempted to dissect it. All to no avail. I can’t figure it out, and probably never will. If I’d known in the beginning that this would end up happening…I’d probably still do it all the same.

I am not alone in this feeling of mine. Not at all. In fact, it has been the plague of Sinatra fans since the beginning of his career. The dilemma is this: we find ourselves drawn to Frank. There was always, and still is, something about him that got at you. There was something about him that got under your skin and wouldn’t leave, something that makes you keep coming back and listening to the music over and over again. In her book about their life together, Frank’s wife Barbara talks often about his incredible magnetism. How people just couldn’t seem to get away. There is only one way I’ve ever heard this accurately explained, and it is this: He’s Frank Sinatra.

During the height of his career, and perhaps even more since Frank passed away, we’ve been trying to figure out why people flocked to him. What is it about Frank Sinatra that just gets at you? Is it the fact that he started a young immigrant boy from New Jersey and ended a legend? Is it that, even after all the books and articles and the endless things you can find about him, there is always an element of mystery? It always seems that no matter how much you think you know about him, you really don’t know anything at all.

I’m far from being able to answer this question with any kind of authority. All I can say about it is from my own personal experience, and I’ve had these exact thoughts so many times. Each time I meet somebody new and tell them how much I love Frank, I get the same question every time. “Oh, why Frank Sinatra?”

frankThe fact that I can never really come up with anything to say makes me realize that I am in this same boat as everybody else. I can really only say as an answer, “What do you mean? Why not?” Because it is something so intangible, I doubt that all of us philosophizing about it will get us anywhere. There is no answer, it is just the way it is. He is wonderful because he is Frank Sinatra. His music and movies are phenomenal because, no matter what, he gets under your skin. And on top of all of that, he does it with class.

I’ve got you under my skin.
I’ve got you deep in the heart of me.
So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me.
I’ve got you under my skin.
I’d tried so not to give in.
I said to myself: this affair never will go so well.
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well
I’ve got you under my skin?

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The Very Thought Of You

With finals week looming before me, it is safe to say that a mountain of stressful finals are not the only thing going on. I also must move out of my apartment and away from my wonderful roommates. However, though that makes me very sad, I actually have a somewhat humorous story to tell you this Friday evening.

Today I decided that I was going to begin going through my things to make the super packing I’ll have to do next weekend a little bit easier. With courage I got down on my knees and began taking things out from under my bed, where basically my whole word is stored, and began going through one container. That was when I found one of my board games and the top wasn’t on correctly. Obviously that won’t do, so I lifted it up to see what was going on inside the box in order to rectify the situation.

Frank reading in his library at home. Frank loved to learn new things and was continually reading in order to expand his education.
Frank reading in his library at home. Frank loved to learn new things and was continually reading in order to expand his education.

There I found an entire magazine about Frank’s life that my grandmother gave me at Christmas time. She said something like, “I found this among some of my things and knew there was only one person I could give it to.” Apparently, the board game was the safest place to keep it and then apparently I forgot where I’d put it. Well, of course I just had to quickly peak into the beginning of it…

An hour later, a little stiff and still sitting underneath my bed, I finished reading the entire magazine and realized that I’d gotten a little bit carried away. I promptly put everything back exactly where it had been to begin with, feeling extremely accomplished for some reason. It was only after everything was back in order that I realized I had not, in fact, accomplished anything that I had set out to accomplish. I just felt an immense sense of satisfaction and therefore subconsciously translated that into: Oh, what a productive afternoon!

But by the time I realized that I hadn’t accomplished the initial task, I had no further ambition to go back and accomplish it because, well, I did feel great after all.  Sometimes I just get a little carried away.