All That Jazz

So somehow Frank Sinatra sneaked into my playlist of female jazz vocalists on Pandora. I’d just listened to a big chorus singing “All that Jazz” and there he was. A male voice. I thought, well, I’ll listen carefully and see if I can figure out why he was so popular. I could not. I wasn’t even impressed with his singing. Why was Frank Sinatra so popular, anyway?

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “All That Jazz”

  1. The day had been rough. She walked into a bar and sat down for a drink. Only one. She sipped the glass of brandy, enjoying the way the liquid burned her throat. Since when had life become such a burden? Routine kills you. She took another sip. She was twenty-three and going on dead. She should leave the bar, but all that jazz was going to her head. The notes of the saxophone were begging her to stay in her seat.

  2. She finally was able to tune in to the radio station that played all that jazz music she liked so much. Someone had been fiddling around with the radio on her work desk and had switched it to a hard rock station—definitely not her type of music. Her anger vanished once she heard the familiar piano chords emanating from the radio of Thelonious Monk’s “Round Midnight.” Sweet music to a discerning ear…

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