Track Listing

1. Come Fly With Me
2. I've Got A Crush On You
3. I've Got You Under My Skin
4. Shadow Of Your Smile
5. Street Of Dreams
6. One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)
7. Fly Me To The Moon
8. One O'clock Jump
9. You Make Me Feel So Young
10. All Of Me
11. September Of My Years
12. Get Me To The Church On Time
13. It Was A Very Good Year
14. Don't Worry 'bout Me
15. Makin' Whoopee
16. Where Or When
17. Angel Eyes
18. My Kind Of Town (Chicago Is)

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #147999 in Music
• Released on: 1998-05-01
• Number of discs: 1
• Format: Live

Amazon.co.uk Review
From the evocative cover painting to the impeccably chosen songs within, this 1965 album harks back to Sinatra's great Capitol-era concept albums like In the Wee Small Hours and Frank Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely. The theme revolves around a man approaching his 50s, looking back with a mixture of nostalgia, regret and uncertainty; given Sinatra's age at the time (he was 49 when this was recorded) and the way he invests himself in the material, it's impossible to interpret the record as anything but autobiographical. Wistful numbers like "Don't Wait Too Long", "It Was a Very Good Year", "September Song" and the title track all hit the emotional bull's-eye, but everything here is excellent. Unquestionably his finest Reprise-era achievement. --Dan Epstein

CD Description
This live recording from Las Vegas finds Sinatra fully in his element. An artist of his caliber certainly needs no contextualizing element in order to come across, but you'd be hard pressed to find a better medium for Sinatra's message. Vegas in the '60s was a center of unabashed showmanship, slightly crass elegance and a bourbon-drinking, dice-rolling, pre-boomer-generation sensibility--a perfect setting to bring Sinatra's music out of the abstract and into the realm of flesh and blood. At the Sands, the center of Vegas nightlife, Sinatra is the unchallenged king, and on this album he wears the crown with grace. And, naturally, he swings.
Listen to his lengthy mid-set comedy monologue, where stories of drinking, gambling, dame trouble and his rat-pack cronies are shared with the audience in a kind of unspoken accord. Listento his off-handed ribbing of Basie and his musicians, as ifthey were the Sunday-through-Wednesday house band. SINATRA AT THE SANDS is the sound of a man feeling his oats. For further proof, consult the Basie-powered versions of "One For My Baby", "My Kind Of Town" and "I've Got You Under My Skin" contained herein.