Word: sinatras
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...treasure-house of vital American music, no company is more valuable than CBS Records. Its labels, among them Columbia and Epic, have borne titles ranging from Bruce Springsteen's Born in the U.S.A. to Michael Jackson's Thriller, from Frank Sinatra's Stormy Weather to Benny Goodman's Night and Day. But now this repository of Americana is passing into foreign stewardship. In the largest-ever Japanese purchase of a U.S. company, CBS agreed last week to sell its record business to Sony for $2 billion...
...typical Sunday-night amateur show at the Improvisation comedy club in Los Angeles. Five minutes onstage for a blond dwarf who joked about her "white evening gowns made by Fruit of the Loom." Another five minutes for a purported Indian mystic called Ramogosh, who closed his act with a Sinatra- style rendition of I Did It Buddha's Way. After a parade of two dozen such neophytes, the audience of 200 was ready for some professional comedy -- and ecstatic when, at a quarter to 11, Jay Leno bounded onto the stage...
...many measures of fame, one of the more useful is the injury-report index. A star makes the papers by dying. A superstar need only be hospitalized: when Sinatra's diverticula act up, you know about it. Higher up the celebrity scale are stars of a magnitude for which we have no adequate word and for whose well-being we can never have enough concern. Sitting monarchs and Presidents, for example. Two weeks ago Ronald Reagan incurred a "small, red bump" on his eyelid (caused by a contact lens). You could read about it on page 3 of the Washington...
...accomplished. "It's a particular type of religious devotion," says a former student of Rinpoche's, "where you surrender all your critical faculties to a guru." Whatever it is, initiates have a tendency to tell uninitiates, it is inexplicable unless one is an initiate. This is when Frank Sinatra used to come in with a line like "Hey, whatever gets you through the night...
...stop being coy. Is this not, above all, the bread that Frank Sinatra eats, having 50 loaves at a time shipped to his home near Palm Springs, Calif.? It is. And while nobody on Seventh Avenue needs the Chairman of the Board to tell them what they can taste between their own two lips, still it is gratifying, like an endorsement from the Queen of England. On the wall over the cash register, Sinatra's picture hangs next to the Pope's and St. Gerard's, a local patron...