James Clarke ~ Clouds No. 207

James Clarke ~ Clouds No. 207

Today I may not have a thing at all except for just a dream or two
But I’ve got lots of plans for tomorrow and all my tomorrows belong to you
Right now it may not seem like spring at all, we’re drifting and the laughs are few
But I’ve got rainbows planned for tomorrow, and all my tomorrows belong to you
No one knows better than I that luck keeps passing me by … that’s fate
But with you there at my side, I’ll soon be turning the tide … just wait
As long as I’ve got arms that cling at all, it’s you that I’ll be clinging to
And all the dreams I dream, beg, or borrow on some bright tomorrow they’ll all come true
And all my bright tomorrows belong to you

All My Tomorrows by Frank Sinatra

I’ve always been fascinated by Frank Sinatra. He hung with major hoodlums, was quick to fight, drank a lot, was stand-up guy and a champion of civil rights. Sammy Davis Jr. begged him to not be best man at his wedding because Sammy was marrying a white woman and it might wreck Sinatra’s career, such were the times, as hard as it might be to believe now. He was good friends with President John F. Kennedy, but later got shut out of the president’s social circle due to his mob connections.

From The Pop History Dig:

In late November 1963, Frank Sinatra was filming a scene for Robin and the 7 Hoods in a Burbank, California cemetery when he learned that Kennedy had been assassinated.  Stunned by the news, Sinatra reportedly became very quiet and took a series of long walks away from the set, thinking about the tragedy.  He also called the White House from the set, and spoke briefly to a staffer there.

He then returned to the waiting film crew and said, “Let’s shoot this thing, ’cause I don’t want to come back here anymore.”

After the scene was finished Sinatra went to his home in Palm Springs and, according to his daughter, Nancy Sinatra, “virtually disappeared” for three days while the Kennedy family and nation mourned.

Sinatra would later say of Kennedy: “For a brief moment, he was the brightest star in our lives. I loved him.”

I can’t imagine what Sinatra felt after the assassination, well knowing the involvement of his mob friends in the killing.

What I really liked (and like) about Sinatra was his dedication to his music, which he believed came from another dimension. On this point I most certainly concur.