Wednesday, November 10, 2010
#225: Fly Me To The Moon
All that anyone seems to remember is the ill-fated 1974 tour where Sinatra decided to abuse the paparazzi that were waiting for him when he touched down. It’s a common ploy for many Lunchtime O’Boozes to bail up people as soon as they get off the planes and ask them how they’re enjoying the country (the standard reply, “I dunno, I just got here.”) or by merely insulting them. Of all people, Barry Manilow nearly cancelled an Adelaide date in the 1990s after one peanut with a microphone asked him if he knew any big nose jokes. No “Hello Barry,” just “Hey, big nose!” And the media wonders why people throw phones at their heads.
Still, for a while Sinatra loved the country and we still have that brilliant record to remember him by. Now, for your viewing pleasure, here's the complete 1955 tour program, the first time Sinatra toured the country.
Now, sing with me, “Don’t piss on the moon!”