It’s awful. I don’t want to hear “I’ve Got a Crush on You” with Barbara Streisand; it causes me deep emotional distress. “Summer Wind” with Julio Iglesias: Why?
And for every jukebox that contains Duets, but not Sinatra and Basie at The Sands, I will die a tiny death, and shake my head, thinking of what could have been. The Sands contains the best version if “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” I have ever heard. “Street of Dreams” is pure perfection. The whole damn album is classic! Skip button? What skip button? Never heard of it. Bars, please, replace all versions of *Duets *with Sinatra at The Sands, or failing that, Songs for Swingin’ Lovers.
I just listened to Duets and absolutely hated it. Sinatra’s voice had this terribly shrill, hoarse quality that was hard to stand. I absolutely adore his voice in everything else I’ve heard from him, but this…just, no. In addition, the whole album had this utterly bombastic, grating sound that was painful to hear. If I heard any one of those songs in a bar, I’d probably be making a quick exit.
I’d be content if they just removed Sinatra entirely. Back in undergrad, I worked as a short-order cook in the student union, and the manager insisted on playing all Sinatra, all the time, in the kitchen. There’s only so much of that anyone can take and remain sane.
I rather like Frank Sinatra, though I will admit, I was never forced to listen to his music for hours everyday. I do listen voluntarily fairly often, but never to Duets. It was recorded at a time when Sinatra was apparently losing relevance (and his voice), so some record schlubs attempted to revive his career by slapping together an album with then current pop stars. Classics were butchered, tears were shed, and lounge music died just a little.
You don’t know what torture is. I also worked as a short-order cook in the student union . . . back in the '60s. There was a juke box, and the only song I remember hearing was Barbra Streisand’s People.
I like Sinatra, but I don’t think that I could take all Sinatra all the time at work and remain sane. I guess this explains a lot about you? Seriously, unless the manager was in the kitchen all the time, he should let the cooks and workers play what they want, within reason.
I also don’t like it when someone takes a song and makes a virtual duet out of it when the original singer is dead. Natalie Cole, I’m looking at YOU. You dug up your father’s corpse for your own vanity and greed. That’s not unforgettable, that’s unforgivable.