Elliot Horne, whose clock sadly stopped in 1989 when he was 67, was an 18-carat cat. He didn't have boatloads of biz juice and wasn't a major breadmaker. But he was a sweet scratcher with Cornynesque language chops and a Lundvallian devotion to jazz.
Serious Sinatraphiles need to buy Ring-A-Ding Ding! again, no matter how many times they've bought it before. Why? A 50-year-old screwup that's dogged every release of the album has finally been fixed.
It's been almost a dozen years since Frank Sinatra, the singer, actor and entertainer, breathed his last. But while Ol' Blue Eyes may be copping the eternal nod, the Frank Sinatra industry is alive, well and ring-a-ding dinging.