Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Poor Harry James

He don't get no respect.

Today is Frank Sinatra's birthday, according to the Writer's Almanac, which notes
Sinatra eventually began working on his own, singing in bars, and the trumpeter Benny Goodman saw one of his performances, and offered to hire him as a vocalist for $75 a week.
In the audio version (i.e., the radio program), Garrison at least gets that trumpet out of Goodman's hands, but he still has Sinatra singing with the Goodman orchestra (as well as, thank goodness, with Tommy Dorsey, a little fact that the web site's writer managed to overlook somehow).

PS. Garrison's poem of the day is a squishy, sentimental thing by Thomas Lux. Lux is better than that. Time permitting, I should post, or at least point to, some of his good stuff.

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