“One cool morning—a rainstorm had swept through the night before; now the City of Angels sparkled like Eden itself—he was walking between soundstages in Culver City, carrying a cardboard cup of coffee, nodding to this glorious creature (dressed as a… — James Kaplan Copy Share Image
“You can’t explain what it is about the sound of Sinatra’s voice,” Feinstein says. “I mean, you can try, and you can get very poetic in describing it. But there is something there that is transcendent, that simply exists in… — James Kaplan Copy Share Image
“I hate cops. You're either a cop or a reporter. And I hate cops and newspapermen.” — James Kaplan Copy Share Image
“One cool morning—a rainstorm had swept through the night before; now the City of Angels sparkled like Eden itself—he was walking between soundstages in… — James Kaplan Copy Share Image
“You can’t explain what it is about the sound of Sinatra’s voice,” Feinstein says. “I mean, you can try, and you can get very… — James Kaplan Copy Share Image
