Released: Jan 1968
Label: Frank Sinatra Enterprises
Sinatra goes soft-rock, 1960s-style, and though his voice is beautiful, it just doesn't match most of the material (or Don Costa's lightly psychedelic orchestral charts). The Nashville-style title tune comes out ok, and Sinatra is truly simpatico with Jimmy Webb's magisterial "By the Time I Get to Phoenix," though the vocalist should stick to name checking New York or Paris and not Albuquerque. Overall, it's a shame to waste a Sinatra session, especially when he's in such fine voice, though the album sleeve depicting an emotionally depleted star has a strange power all its own.