The Perfect Song pt. 1
Many would say, that there is no such thing as the perfect song. One person’s version of perfection may not be to everybody’s liking. Certain songs can be perfect for certain situations but not all. Many things have to fall in line for something to be considered truly great, let alone perfect. As a stand alone piece of art, you wouldn’t want to change a single aspect: from the tone to the pace to the delivery. This song can be put up for debate but I think it flies pretty close to the sun.
Frank Sinatra delivers the lines to this song with a mixture of decades soaked nostalgia and sentimentality. The audience feels privy to Mr. Sinatra’s years of love and wisdom. It is like we are being let into a backroom and asked to sit at his table to share stories of old flames. No one else can command our absolute attention as Mr. Sinatra does. We hang on his every word and get pulled along by the current of the song. The lyrics are a laundry list of pivotal moments, ticked off one by one throughout the decades. It flirts with misogyny; reflecting the era it was written and being unapologetic about it. David Chase used it to great effect, as the soundtrack to the opening sequence of season 2 of The Sopranos.