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Do You Ever Wonder What That Felt Like? – Volume One ft. HOV and Sinatra

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*Editor’s note – The NBA is over and it’s just baseball for a while now. We don’t have a lot of baseball guys on staff, so if you’re interested let me know. This blog is recycled from last August when I tried to get a different site going. Busy day at my real job. Enjoy. 

By: Alex Marcheschi

Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to create a masterpiece? You know, something close to perfect, something undeniably great, something amazing.

This might seem like a really dumb example of a masterpiece, but I always think about this clip from “Fade To Black” when Timbaland first plays the “Dirt Off Your Shoulder” instrumental for Jay-Z. Just look at Jay-Z’s face, it tells the whole story. Look at how excited Timbaland is to play the song, look at how confident he was that the beat was great. My new life goal is to create something so dope that I just stand up and dance to my own creation like Timbaland did.

It feels so good to think that you’ve created something good before anyone gets to judge it. That’s why I always find it so interesting when artists say that they have created art just for themselves. It used to anger me that a person would create something and then refuse to share it, but now I can see the beauty in doing that.

If you think about it, our whole lives are based on the act of chasing feelings. It’s why when you listen to an athlete being interviewed after the big game, he usually says something like “this feeling is amazing, we have to get back here next year.” He doesn’t say that the trophy is shiny or that his game-check is fat, he says that the feeling is amazing. There’s a reason why people say you can’t put a price tag on happiness.

Anyway, I became inspired to write this today because I heard “Fly Me To The Moon” by Frank Sinatra. To me, “Fly Me To The Moon” is about as close to perfection as a song can come. Give it a listen before you read what else I have to say.


Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love [3 piano notes] you

– That first verse is truly awe-inspiring. It made me wonder what it would feel like to sit down and write something that great. I’m so jealous that he was able to think of equating the act of his girl holding his hand to space travel.

– Let’s take a second look at those lyrics: “Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, (and here’s where Frank goes HAM) LET ME SEE WHAT SPRING IS LIKE ON JUPITER AND MARS…in other words, hold my hand.”

– PIMP SHIT. How did that man think of that line? That has to be one of the best lines ever uttered. Not only did it rhyme absolutely perfectly, it paints such a sublime picture. How wonderful must spring on Jupiter be? How much of a boss move is it to say all that cool sh*t and then simply say, “in other words, hold my hand”? You can’t quantify that level of a boss move. He broke the rating system.

– *Now this is the point where an internet commenter would say something like, “Jupiter doesn’t even have seasons and you couldn’t even breathe there you dumbass.” But, screw those type of people.*

– And not only are the lyrics outstanding, every instrument is perfectly placed. In today’s music, we like to experience when “the beat drops.” Well, at the 1:12 mark of Sinatra’s banger, the beat drops HARD.

– This song allows you to imagine, it allows you to experience a full range of emotions in two minutes and thirty seconds. And hmm, it doesn’t even explicitly mention sex, drinking or drugs. I don’t like when people say chivalry is dead, but in the mainstream music industry, it’s safe to present a death certificate to chivalry’s family.

– At least Sinatra’s music can live on forever though, heck, maybe history will even repeat itself and we can go back to a time when legitimate, beautiful song writing dominates the airwaves.


– If this song did one thing for me, it made me think anything is possible, and that’s a gift I will always be thankful for.


  1. “Play” the moments…
    “Pause” the memories…
    “Stop” the pain…
    “Rewind” the joy…

    I know this poem about music could potentially have found it’s way onto a Hallmark Greeting Card. I don’t know to whom it is attributed. I know it is what music does for me.

    Much Love & Two Fingers!

    Big PUPpy

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