Frankie Laine just died (last week). A real Old Pro. I thought he would go on performing forever - he just seemed like one of those indestructible people. OTOH, he's been away from public prominence for some years. Too bad. A unique style. He often considered himself somewhat special because he was a "male" singer" - strong voice, strong rhythms, and a masculine approach, rather than a crooner. Not that he had any disdain for crooners, he just realized that was not his style. He WAS his singing style.
(Big show-biz secret there - find out what you are, and DO THAT.)
Story:
Lots of years ago, at the long-lamented Elmwood Casino, we were rehearsing Frankie's show (Mule Train, Lucky Old Sun, and the one he co-wrote, We'll Be Together Again, others I don't remember) and the trumpet section was having a bit of a problem with a passage. Not a disaster, but not close either. His MD/piano player stopped several times, wanting to get it right. Not Frankie.
"Never mind, It's OK, they'll get it right tonight. We don't want the guys to blow out their lips on rehearsal. Let's keep going."
It was note-perfect the very first show that night. And perfect every time thereafter.
That was Frankie. Not only a nice guy, but good sense combined with experience.
That's why I use the term "Old Pro" with affection.
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