17 may 2013

The torrid summer 1970 of Frank Sinatra in Spain


Frank Sinatra arrived in Barselona with two big suitcases wearing a Basque beret, because someone told him that so the people used to wear things on the head over here.

He did something similar in Paris, when he visited the Eiffel some weeks before: "Fly me to the moon" my ass.

The first day Sinatra was especially active: he bought souvenirs at "La Feria", visited a burlesque called "Kon-Tiki", and climbed the mount Tibidabo in shorts.

In the Rialto Sinatra sang sans microphone "Strangers in the night" and "You make me feel so young", song that only an old fuck would sing, because hey, you got to be a fucking mummy to sing "You make me feel so young".

The next day Frank started a tour by the bars and restaurants of Badalona, to taste some regional recipes and generous amounts of vino

these alchoolic excesses made him tell incoherent jokes in clumsy Spanish, and finally had to be taken in coma to the motel to sleep la mona.

Two days later, once recovered, Sinatra sang at the Palau d'Esports, using the amplification of Black Sabbath. The municipal authorities interrupted the show because the decibels were cracking the foundations of the Sagrada Familia.


After this he ate oysters at the Savoy, burped in Olot and farted in Salou with Sammy Davis Jr, who just passed by, after a rampant set of shows in Monte Carlo

the night ended dancing batucada at the infamous nightclub Rio Bamba: local celebrities in cleavage were invited, and also Sydney Poitier was there.

Unfortunately the last show at the Mocambo was cancelled, because the morning after Francesco Sinatrosa ended his vacation brusquely, catching a Learjet in El Prat airport, and flying directly to Bel Air, drawing aeroplanic parabola of 18.000 miles non stop [citation needed].

Everybody expected to hear "My Way" and "Strangers in the Night" again, but after the desertion of "The Voice", the people got terribly hysterical and burned the Mocambo to the ground, which ended in disastrous riots, curfew, and finally was declared a brutal state of siege over Barselona, which still continues today.













The summer 1.970 of Frank Sinatra in Spain.








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