About three and half years ago, my family was unfortunate enough to lose somebody to cancer. After reading the blog post that my Mother had written to commemorate the anniversary of his passing, it made me want to make my own musical tribute. Even though this post marks no anniversary or special occasion, it makes the point that people who are missing are missed at any given time of any year, no matter how long they've been gone.
Music is obviously incredibly emotional. We can see this in elements of classical music such as Beethoven's passionate style and the atmospheric creations in film music. Because of this, we all have a very powerful relationship with music. We all have something to listen to when we're down (Joni Mitchell perhaps?) and something when we're up (for me, Bach). Music is also a very powerful memory trigger that can bring tears to our eyes and smiles to our faces, and: 'A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square' is what I listen to, to remember my Stepfather.
There have been endless performances and adaptations of the song, but Frank Sinatra's is my favorite. In my opinion, it is simply not possible to dislike this performance. This song holds such musical charm in the swaying of strings, the wooing of the wind and of course, the legendary voice of Frank Sinatra.
In the text, the singer's recollection is of a wonderful memory, and, by listening to this song, it reminds me of my own wonderful memories. This is definitely the true beauty of music.