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Wallnuts After Dark

You know, as Sinatra used to say, “A good tune is a good tune no matter who does it.” He was right about that.  It don’t matter who sings a song, if it’s a good song, with a good band and a good arrangement, it sounds good.

The Beatles was a good example a this, too. Frank used to say, “People think they are bunch a long hairs, but they write great tunes.” Sure, not every tune is gold, but even DiMaggio made an out now and then. Na mean?

Take this Paul Anka fella. He wrote some great songs, and he wrote “My Way,” a song that Frank sung the shit out a and kinda made an anthem out of. A theme song, so to speak. Anka’s still workin’ and makin’ music, and not just the old stuff. He appreciates a good tune whether it be rock or a standard from the old days.

Some of this crap today like Muldoon 5 or that broad with the black hair and big knockers that sang that song about kissin’ another broad and likin’ it who was married to that half-a-Finnoch Brit, or Brandy Spears, and most a the songs you hear on the radio that sounds like a computer sung it, you can all just flush it down the John. It’s worse than disposable. Sure there was crap music in the old days, but the crap is worse now a days.

One thing I always have appreciated – whether I liked ’em or not – is the singer or band that goes out there and plays their stuff and sings and don’t hide behind gimmicks and the nonsense. There’s that bald, sunglasses wearin’ guy who looks like this guy Pep Zazarra who was one a Frank’s old Hoboken goons and he does the Bud Light commercials, some kinda dog name I forget. Come on, what is that nonsense? So anyways…

Funny about this “Smells Like Teen Spirit” tune, but I never could figure out what that Nirvana character was singin’. I remember sayin’ to Jilly Rizzo, “Jilly, I dig this tune but I don’t know what the f@#k this kid is sayin. You know what I’m sayin’?” Jilly wasn’t much into rock so he’d just lean over and change the station or shove a Sinatra tape into the 8-track player. I had the last 8-track player GM ever installed in a Coup de Ville. I can still get any album on 8-track tape. It pays to have Union ties. Ya mean?

Anyways, it was a good tune, I just needed to hear it better and Anka laid it down – for me – in a way I could unnnerstand. Kinda like when a skell owed the Scarfos the Vig on top a the loss and Skinny D’Amato had to explain to ’em that if they didn’t pay up they’d get punched in the ass. Especially the line about the Mulatto. Am I right when I say that, Reverend Chad?

So I guess you can say that Paul Anka helped me “get” “Teen Spirit” like it was the threat a gettin’ an Ass Punch.