Frank Sinatra was a little peeved by the fact that George Michael complained about fame at age 21 after he had sought it ever since he was a very young boy.
“Come on George, Loosen up. Swing, man, Dust off those gossamer wings and fly yourself to the moon of your choice and be grateful to carry the baggage we’ve all had to carry since those lean nights of sleeping on buses and helping the driver unload the instruments.”
“No more of that talk about the ‘tragedy of fame,’” Sinatra wrote. “The tragedy of fame is when no one shows up and you’re singing to the cleaning lady in some empty joint that hasn’t seen a paying customer since Saint Swithin’s day.”
“And you’re nowhere near that; you’re top dog on the top rung of a tall ladder called Stardom, which in latin means thanks-to-the-fans who were there when it was lonely.”
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Let’s face it, if anyone ever knew what it was like to be famous, it’s old Blue Eyes.