Two fingers of Martini with two ice cubes, various snacks and Taggiasca olives. Life smiles at me. I feel like a god, spring is exploding, I have a beautiful woman by my side. I smell her perfume (Chanel n° 5?..., it could be). I feel like playing, I feel like smiling... I'm already doing it. And if I feel this way and there's a voice singing, it can only be him,... Frank.
I discovered him at 18, I liked the Sex Pistols, I liked Iron Maiden but I was invited to a gala evening. I decided to go, I decided to play a little, so I took off my black jeans for a night and put on a gray suit (bought for the occasion), shiny shoes and a tie knotted around the collar of a white shirt. We laughed, my girlfriend and I. We felt so ridiculous in those clothes. My first tie, her first evening dress with sequins and a backless neckline. We enjoyed playing at being adults, playing the "Classics", playing the elegant ones. I Get A Kick Out Of You, I've Got You Under My Skin, Lady Is A Tramp. We didn't know how to dance but we improvised, she always elegant and me so clumsy and ridiculous. We mimicked those who were really dancing. We danced and laughed, laughed and drank, drank and got drunk. It was beautiful: Days later, wandering around record stores I found myself with a collection of Frank Sinatra songs in my hands.
The slightly rough and fresh voice; those retro songs that wink with sympathy and complicity. I bought that damned vinyl and brought it home. To tell the truth, I was a bit ashamed and didn't tell anyone. I didn't want my friends to make fun of me. I brought it home and hid it among my mother's records. I liked to listen to it from time to time. I closed my eyes and imagined myself at a party. Elegantly dressed, sipping Martini. Many years have passed since then. I replaced the vinyl with a cd, the girlfriend from back then became my wife. We're not rich, we're not nobles, but from time to time I put on a Frank record. The songs blossom like flowers in an eternal spring and I feel like a god, I have a beautiful woman by my side, I have a glass with Martini and ice clinking. What more could I want?