Dismantled said:
want story!!want story!!!!!want story!!!!*sits up and begs..
Just for you, Dismantled.
From U2 At the End of the World, by Bill Flanagan.
Bono has arrived in the California desert to meet up with Sinatra to make the video for “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.” Mr. and Mrs. Frank Sinatra arrive and bid Bono welcome. Frank and Bono climb into the back of a limo and head down the highway, the film crew across from them getting shots of the two swingers hanging out in style. Sinatra, the total pro, tells Bono to open the car window to improve the lighting of the shot. They cruise along through Rancho Mirage, Sinatra telling Dean Martin stories, while the cameras whirl.
Bono knows that Sinatra’s not going to lip-synch, so the plan is to film Bono and Blue Eyes hanging out in a saloon, talking like a father and son. One of Frank’s pals has a bar nearby, and that’s where they’re heading. Director Kevin Godley will shoot the two greeting each other at the door, ordering drinks, and having a heart to heart while “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” swings along beneath them.
They arrive at the bar, shake hands with a few people, and start filming. First take they come in, sit down, Bono gives Frank a first edition of a Yeats anthology, saying, “I know you like a great lyric,” and a bottle of Irish whiskey. Frank smiles. He knows this joint well but it looks weird to him today; there are no other customers, and the lamps are all too bright (the video crew has replaced the bulbs with high-watt movie lights). The crew has been told to stay in the shadows, out of Sinatra’s sight lines. A message is relayed from Godley, hidden in the kitchen watching on a monitor, for Bono and Frank to do another take – come in, exchange the gifts, pick up drinks. Bono sees that Frank is getting twitchy. He looks upset.” What are we doing?” Sinatra demands.
“We’re doing another take, Frank.”
“What do ya mean, another take? For what?”
“For the video.”
“What video?”
“For the duet.”
“What duet?”
Frank is losing it. Bono is getting spooked. Someone says, “Hey, Frank, let’s get a picture.” Anton Corbijn comes forward out of a dark corner and shoots a photograph of the two of them. Frank is startled and furious. “Who’s this?” he demands.
One of Sinatra’s people tries to calm him down. He tells him it’s a photo for the owner of the bar, Frank’s pal, to hang on the wall. “That bum!” Frank snaps. “After all I’ve done for him!” Frank seems disoriented now. “I’ve gotta go. I got a plane. I’ve gotta go.”
And with that, Frank Sinatra is gone.
Bono, Anton, and Kevin Godley are left in a saloon in Palm Springs, California, with their mouths hanging open. Godley will have to cobble together a video interspersing archival footage of Sinatra with Bono lip-synching his part, and a couple of bits from the back of the limo to at least show that the two of them have actually met.