Listened last night to In the Wee Small Hours by Frank Sinatra. Wow! What an album. It happens to be the first album on the 1001 Albums... list and it pretty much defines what an album is supposed to be - a set of songs organized around a central theme, deliberately sequenced. I can't think off the top of my head of another album which is so consistent atmosphere-wise. Even the beloved Sgt. Pepper ditches the "concert" theme about halfway through and starts to drag. At least IMHO.
But In the Wee Small Hours keeps invoking a mood from beginning to end. That mood being sitting alone; lonely in the dark. And Frank's voice is absolutely golden.
This is my new break-up album.
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