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Sunday, February 12, 2023
Sunday Music: Something Stupid
Covered many times by multiple artists, including a splendid version by Robbie Williams and Nicole Kidman, the best version is still this 1967 track by Frank Sinatra, and his daughter Nancy, who took it to four weeks at Number One on the Billboard Hot 100. Now you've got your soundtrack for St. Valentine's Day.
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Remembering this song, as I do, from all the time that has passed; brings to mind another classic from Mr. Sinatra, "It Was A Very Good Year." Well, the music of today, sucks. Thanks for trying to help us return to sanity, and remember better times. Bear in Indy
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Remembering this song, as I do, from all the time that has passed; brings to mind another classic from Mr. Sinatra, "It Was A Very Good Year."
Well, the music of today, sucks.
Thanks for trying to help us return to sanity, and remember better times.
Bear in Indy
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