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Going Postal Over Ol' Blue Eyes

Posted on May 09, 2008

sinatra stamp.jpgI’ve never understood why Frank Sinatra was a star. Compared to many of his contemporaries, he couldn’t sing very well, starred in a lot of bad movies and was a bona fide jerk to many of those around him. He also recorded the utterly horrible “New York, New York,” another tune I need to add to the list of songs I never want to hear again. And there was also that horrible wig he wore in later years, which looked completely daft.

After someone at the United States Post Office got the bright idea to raise the price of a first-class stamp to $.42 on May 12, they also decided to pay homage to Sinatra by giving Ol’ Blue Eyes his own stamp.

On Tuesday, there’s going to be a ceremony in Midtown honoring the late singer. Sinatra’s children, Nancy and Frank Sinatra Jr., will be on hand for the dedication, as will bigwigs from the USPS and Rep. José E. Serrano (D-NY), a lifelong Sinatra fan who learned to speak English from listening to his father's Sinatra records. Another event will be held in Las Vegas featuring Tina Sinatra and stamp artist Kazuhiko Sano.

The ceremony you’ll really want to avoid will be at 3pm at Pier A Park at 1st Street and Frank Sinatra Drive near the Frank Sinatra Post Office in Hoboken. A 10-ft. image of the stamp will be unveiled with the New York City skyline in the background. It's enough to make anyone go postal.

Comments

  • Frank Deserto
    Frank Deserto posted on May 9 - 2008 07:56:17 PM

    Au contraire, I reckon he can sing, and very well! the pre-bombastic swing days, where Frank sang nothing but sad bastard songs, are some of the best records of their time. In the Wee Small Hours, Only the Lonely, & No One Cares! Don't even get me started on the greatness of Nancy...

  • Mike Frankel
    Mike Frankel posted on May 10 - 2008 11:41:51 AM

    Gotta go with Frank on this one. Both of 'em...

  • Jens Carstensen
    Jens Carstensen posted on May 11 - 2008 02:18:27 AM

    Yeah, a rainy Sunday morning with The Autumn of My Years, i'm sorta wondering who can really match that. No one nowadays, that's for sure.