Memories of Ol’ Blue Eyes

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Dec. 12, 1915, Hoboken, New Jersey … “Chairman of the Board” to be Francis Albert Sinatra, was born to Italian immigrants. The wiry, blue-eyed kid with a huge smile loved to sing, and at the tender age of 8 sang publically for the first time. His father, Antonio, a lightweight boxer and Hoboken Fire Department Captain, propped him up on the bar in a local saloon to entertain his fellow firemen and “The Voice” was born. Music was his passion, and school wasn’t. He barely made it to high school before he decided to pack up his blue eyes and head off to sing professionally. A real-life “Dead-End Kid,” Frank dropped out of high school after 47 days of rough-and-tumble schoolyard antics.

His mother, Dolly, was a brash opportunist and entrepreneur who was the “politician” in the family. She convinced a local vocal group to give her son a chance and the Hoboken Four was born. Not long after, Frank became a popular feature in the group. So much so, that the group won a sixth month contract on a popular radio show, and his star began to rise. He moved on to big-name big bands of the time including those belonging to Harry James and Tommy Dorsey. Significantly for us Chicago-area fans (and probably why Chicago was so near and dear to Frank’s heart), the meeting with Tommy Dorsey that catapulted his career happened in Chicago’s famed Empire Room at The Palmer House. And his first concert with Tommy Dorsey was at The Coronado Theatre in Rockford. Both events occurred between December and January, exactly 75 years ago. The rest is do-be-do-be-do history.

Growing up in an Italian American household myself, I experienced two trinities: the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, and Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Tony Bennett. Both referenced God in different ways in MY neighborhood. So when I had the chance to not only meet him, but also be a part of one of his concerts, I was in a sense “ordained” into a very exclusive club, much like that one at The Vatican.

On May 8, 1984 — my 22nd birthday —I had the privilege of being a part of a fundraising event with Frank. It was the first of five concerts he was to perform at The Arie Crown Theatre on Chicago’s lakefront. Francis Albert generously donated the proceeds from this first show to the Villa Scalabrini Home for the Aged in Northlake, a charity with which I was very much involved.

I was in charge of distributing the commemorative key chains and paperweights to the various levels of sponsors and ticket buyers. Yep, without me that night, Frank would have been nuthin’!

It was then that I first experienced the way his personality and mere presence filled a room. As he and his entourage made their way through the backstage area, it seemed as if one tightly packed entity gelled its way to the stage, much like the way a ball of Mercury comes together after being dropped on a table.

I was standing right near the curtains and he stopped and stood there about four feet from me! He repeatedly looked at his watch as his people all gazed at him just waiting for the order to go on stage. The order came from him, mind you … always. The last time he looked at his watch, his baby blues made their way beyond the watch and met mine. Probably one of the scariest things that ever happened to me! I’m telling ya, this guy was intense! It was at that moment that my body was taken over by some spirit as my hand uncontrollably raised and I handed him a keychain with his own picture on it. A poignant moment in his life, I am sure. He smiled and said, “Thanks kid.” I walk away with an immense sense of pride, feeling as if I had given him his microphone for the show and not some 25 cent souvenir. Again, without me, there would not have been a show!

Sinatra, Elvis, James Dean, Michael Jackson … these guys defined musical generations. But arguably, Frank was the first. And as we celebrated his 100th birthday, I could only imagine what it’s like up there in that swingin’ saloon in the sky. I gotta think that since there are two heads to the dinner table and if God is at one of them, Frank is across passing him the pasta.


About Ron Onesti

Ron Onesti is the president of the Joint Civic Committee of Italian Americans and the National Italian American Sports Hall of Fame, chairman of Casa Italia and a board member of the Italian American Veterans Museum. He is the founder and president of Onesti Entertainment Corp., which runs five entertainment and dining venues across the Chicago area and produces concerts, special events and festivals nationwide. Among the latter are Festa Pasta Vino on South Oakley Avenue, Festa Italiana on Taylor Street and Little Italy Fest-West in Addison. He was inducted as a cavaliere into the Ordine della Stella d’Italia by the president of Italy

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