You should have been at the Brown Derby last week. Actually, these days it's just the Derby. Hollywood's old watering hole is now a swing club. That's '90s swing--Panama hats and cocktail dresses plus cell phones and plastic. Smoke and libido still hang in the air. So does the spirit of Sinatra. "Obviously," says Tammi Gower, one of the joint's owners, "Sinatra was the epitome of cool." On the night after the great man died, the Derby observed a moment of silence. Then Lavay Smith and Her Red Hot Skillet Lickers bit into My Way.
Sinatra is gone? Sinatrismo lives!
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