Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
It's time to announce the winner in the current Battle of the Bands.
Although many voters didn't really like Frank Sinatra, they preferred his version of My Way to the "stylings" of Sid Vicious.
Francis Albert Sinatra is the winner with twenty-one votes. Sid Vicious had five votes.
To see the videos from the competition, please click HERE.
Both competitors were sad. Sinatra was well known as a big spender and extravagant host, but the man was a bully. I don't know how many times he retired and made a comeback, but toward the end of his career, he couldn't remember words to the songs, and he stumbled on the stage. Apparently his wife and children couldn't save him from embarrassing himself, or maybe they liked the money he continued to bring in.
Sid Vicious had a brief career as part of the Sex Pistols, and then a very brief solo career. He died at age twenty-one of a heroin overdose. His mother made a deathbed confession that she gave him the overdose intentionally because she knew he would end up in prison for murdering his girlfriend Nancy Spungen, and he wouldn't be able to take life behind bars.
Now let's enjoy My Way as it should be sung. It's not my favorite song, but from the throat of Elvis Presley, it's beautiful. His voice is subtle and tender, and then he soars into the drama of the song.
Here's The King:
Elvis had his problems, too, and died so young. Like Frank, he had difficulty performing toward the end of his life. But I love so many versions of the songs he left behind.
I have some work to do, but I'll be in touch as often as possible.
Elvis and the Junebug have left the building, but I'll be back.
Infinities of love,