ABC Television Studios, Hollywood, California. The Frank Sinatra Timex Special. May 6th, 1960. 8:47 in the evening. 40 million people were watching what they thought would be a celebration. Frank Sinatra, the Chairman of the Board, was throwing himself a welcome back party. One of the guests was a 25-year-old kid from Tupelo who had just finished 2 years in the army.
Nobody knew what was about to happen. The network didn’t know. The studio audience didn’t know. Frank Sinatra himself didn’t know that before the night was over, he would hand Elvis Presley the greatest moment of his young career by trying to destroy it in front of the entire country. To understand what happened that night, you need to understand what Frank Sinatra thought of Elvis Presley.
And Frank Sinatra had made no secret of it. Two years earlier in 1958, while Elvis was being inducted into the army at Fort Dix, Frank Sinatra had written an article for Western World magazine that became one of the most quoted attacks in the history of popular music. He called rock and roll, Elvis’s music, everyone understood, the most brutal, ugly, degenerate, vicious form of expression it has been my displeasure to hear.
He said it was sung, played, and written for the most part by cretinous goons. He said it managed to be the martial music of every sideburn delinquent on the face of the earth. He said it was deplorable, a rancid-smelling aphrodisiac, and it fostered almost every form of delinquency in the teenager. He said all of this while Elvis Presley was serving his country in the United States Army and could not respond.
When Elvis was discharged in March of 1960, the first phone call his manager Colonel Tom Parker received was from ABC Television. They wanted Elvis on the Frank Sinatra Timex Special. Frank’s ratings had been sliding. His network desperately needed the energy of the biggest name in music to save a struggling franchise.
Frank needed Elvis. He needed Elvis badly enough to pay him $125,000 for a single appearance, the largest fee ever paid to a performer on American television at that time. Elvis’s team discussed it for 24 hours. The man had called their client a cretinous goon in print. Now he wanted to share a stage with him.
Elvis said yes. He said it simply, without conditions, without negotiation beyond the standard contract terms. Colonel Parker asked him if he was sure. Elvis said he was sure. What happened in the rehearsals that week told the people who were watching closely exactly what kind of night this was going to be. Frank Sinatra was not warm in rehearsals.
He was professional, precise, distant. He ran his numbers with his Rat Pack, Sammy Davis Jr., Joey Bishop, Peter Lawford. And when Elvis’s segments came up, Frank was elsewhere, occupied with other things. The body language of a man who had agreed to something he had not entirely made peace with. His people were polite.
Elvis’s people were polite. Everyone was polite. The tension was visible to anyone who looked for it, which the cameras absolutely would. The night of the taping arrived. Where are you watching from? Drop your state in the comments. I want to see how far this story reaches. Frank came out first.
The audience cheered. He opened the show with his usual command. The suit, the cigarette, the particular authority of a man who had owned every room he had ever walked into since before Elvis Presley was born. He was 44 years old, and he carried every one of those years like a credential. The opening numbers were flawless.
The Rat Pack was funny. The audience was warm. Then came the moment that changed the night. Frank sat on the edge of the stage with the easy confidence of a man telling a story at a dinner party. He said he wanted to say something about Elvis Presley before they brought him out. He wanted to be clear about something.
He said he had heard the records. He had heard what happened in this country while Elvis was away in the army. Heard the way the teenagers had reacted. Heard the screaming and the fainting and the hysteria. He paused. He smiled. Then he said, “Elvis Presley is a very nice young man. He has excellent teeth.” The studio audience laughed.
It was a laugh with an edge. The laugh of people who understood exactly what was being said under what was being said. Frank continued. He said Elvis was a very talented young man. And then he said it. The line that 40 million people heard and that the newspapers would print the next morning. He said, “I’m sure with some time, some experience, and the right guidance, he might develop into a real entertainer.
” He might develop. The studio audience laughed again, louder this time. Real entertainer. The implication was surgical. Elvis Presley, who had sold tens of millions of records, who had appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show three times to the largest television audiences in American history, who had made six films and starred in two of the biggest box office hits of the previous decade, Elvis Presley was being told by Frank Sinatra on Frank Sinatra’s television show in front of 40 million people that he was not yet a real entertainer.
That he might develop with the right guidance. Backstage, Elvis Presley heard every word through the monitor. The people who were with him backstage that night described different things about his reaction. Some said he was completely still. Some said he smiled. His road manager at the time said Elvis turned to him and said, “Well, then.
” He straightened his jacket and asked if they were ready for him. They were ready for him. The curtain opened. Elvis Presley walked onto that stage in a tuxedo. Not because the show required it, but because he had decided at some point that week that this night required a tuxedo. He walked with the unhurried confidence of someone who had somewhere specific to be and no particular urgency about getting there.
He looked at Frank Sinatra. He looked at the audience. He smiled. He sat down on the stage beside Frank. For a moment, neither man spoke. Frank extended his hand. Elvis shook it. The camera caught both faces. Frank’s expression, the polished, practiced warmth of a professional. And Elvis’s expression, something quieter and harder to name.
The expression of a man who has heard something and has decided exactly what to do with it. Frank said, “Welcome back.” Elvis said, “Thank you. It’s good to be back.” Frank said, “We’re glad to have you. I was just saying you’re a very talented young man.” Elvis looked at him. He said, “I heard what you were saying, Frank.” The audience went very quiet.
Not the uncomfortable quiet of watching something go wrong. The held breath quiet of watching something go exactly right. Frank said, “I was paying you a compliment.” Elvis said, “Mhm, I know you were.” He paused. One second, two. Then he said, “And I appreciate it. I hope to be as good at this someday as you think you already are.
” The studio froze. 40 million people heard it. Every person in the room heard it. Frank Sinatra heard it. The Rat Pack heard it. The network executives in the control room heard it. The words landed in the room and stayed there in the specific way that words stay when they are exactly right.
Not cruel, not angry, not performed, just true in a way that nobody in the room could contest. I hope to be as good at this someday as you think you already are. Frank Sinatra had spent 20 years building a reputation for the perfect comeback. He was famous for it. It was part of his legend. The quick tongue, the wit, the word that arrived before anyone else in the room had thought of it.
He [snorts] had spent the entire show establishing himself as the man in authority, the arbiter of what was and was not real entertainment. He had said, “Elvis might develop with guidance.” And Elvis Presley, 25 years old, 2 months out of the army, sitting on Frank Sinatra’s stage in a tuxedo, had turned the entire architecture of the evening inside out in one sentence.
He had not attacked. He had not defended. He had acknowledged the compliment. And then he had, in the most polite and devastating way imaginable, reflected it straight back. Frank laughed. It was a real laugh, which said something about him. Whatever else he was, Frank Sinatra recognized a clean shot when he took one.
He said, “Kid, you’re all right.” The audience erupted. Not nervous laughter, not uncomfortable applause, real eruption, the release of 40 minutes of held tension, the specific sound a room makes when it has been waiting for something and the something has arrived better than anyone expected. Elvis performed four songs that night.
He sang Fame and Fortune and Stuck on You, his new singles. He performed a medley with Frank. Elvis sang Witchcraft. Frank sang Love Me Tender, both of them visibly enjoying the other’s performance in a way that the beginning of the evening had made seem impossible. The photographs from that medley became some of the most reproduced images of that era.
Frank looking at Elvis with something in his expression that people would spend decades trying to name. Elvis looking at Frank with something that was unmistakably respect. After the show, backstage, Frank found Elvis in his dressing room. He sat down. He said nothing for a moment. Then he said, “Where did that come from?” Elvis said, “Sir?” Frank said, “That line.
The thing you said on stage. Did you have that ready or did you just come up with it?” Elvis was quiet for a moment. He said, “Uh I heard what you said about me in 1958, Mr. Sinatra.” Frank said, “I know you did. And I meant it at the time.” Elvis said, “I know you did.” Frank said, “I don’t entirely mean it now.
” Elvis said, “I know that, too.” Frank Sinatra looked at Elvis Presley for a long moment. He said, “You’re smarter than I thought.” Elvis said, “Most people are, Mr. Sinatra, if you give them the chance to show you.” Frank Sinatra sat with that for a moment. Then he nodded once, slowly, the nod of a man marking something in his internal accounting.
[snorts] He stood up, buttoned his jacket, walked to the door. At the door he turned. He said, “Kid, if you ever want to record in my studio, call.” Elvis said, “Thank you, Frank.” It was the first time he had used the first name. Frank noticed. He smiled. He left. The ratings came in the next morning. 41 million viewers, the highest rated television special of the year.
Every newspaper covered it. The review in the New York Times said something that was repeated for years afterward. The most remarkable thing about the Sinatra-Presley special was not the music, which was excellent, but the moment that nobody saw coming, when the 25-year-old from Tupelo sat down on Frank Sinatra’s stage and, in one sentence, told the chairman of the board exactly where he stood.
The line itself became legendary. Quoted in biographies and film schools and studies of American popular culture, “I hope to be as good at this someday as you think you already are.” 11 words, delivered quietly, without anger, without raised voice, without any of the aggression that the situation might have invited, delivered with the specific calm of someone who had nothing to prove to anyone in the room, and had decided in the moment to let that fact speak for itself.
Frank Sinatra spoke about Elvis many times across the following decades. He was always generous. He called him a unique talent. He said he had been wrong about rock and roll, at least about this particular version of it. In 1977, when Elvis died, Frank was among the first to release a public statement.
He said, “The world lost a genuine original. Elvis Presley was not an imitation of anything. He was the thing itself.” People who had been in the ABC studio on the night of May 6th, 1960, read that statement and thought about the other thing Frank had said 17 years earlier. He might develop with the right guidance. He had developed with no guidance from anyone.
He had developed in a living room in Tupelo, and in churches in Memphis, and in a recording studio on Union Avenue, and on stages across the country, and in two years of service in the United States Army, and in a tuxedo on a television stage in Hollywood on a night when the most powerful man in American entertainment had told 40 million people that Elvis Presley might someday become a real entertainer.
Elvis Presley had heard that. And he had sat down beside the man who said it. And he had said 11 words, and the room had never been the same afterward. The footage still exists. It circulates every few years, rediscovered by new audiences who watch the exchange and search the internet afterward to find out if it was real, because it is the kind of moment that seems in retrospect too perfectly constructed to have been unplanned. But, it was unplanned.
That is what makes it extraordinary. Two men on a stage, one of them having spent 2 years in the army while the other said the most brutal things in print he knew how to say. And when they finally sat down together in front of 40 million people, the younger one had just enough quiet, just enough patience, just enough understanding of exactly who he was and exactly who he was sitting next to to say 11 words that nobody in that room, nobody in that country, and certainly not Frank Sinatra would ever entirely forget.
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Leave yours below. There is a version of this story that is about Frank Sinatra being wrong. That version is true, but it is not the interesting version. The interesting version is about what Elvis Presley chose to do with being right. He was right. He had been called a cretinous goon in a national magazine while he was serving in the United States Army.
He had been told his music was the martial music of delinquents. He had been told he might develop with the right guidance. He had been told all of this by the most powerful entertainer in America, and 2 years later, he was sitting next to that man on live television in front of 40 million people with every right in the world to be angry about it.
He was not angry. Or if he was, he chose not to let it be the loudest thing in the room. What he chose instead was 11 words. Quiet, specific, unassailable. The exact verbal equivalent of what Clint Eastwood would do 9 years later in a different studio with a different adversary. The refusal to be drawn into a battle on someone else’s terms.
Calm that is more devastating than any aggression. The thing that only a person who genuinely does not need to win a room is capable of doing in that room. I hope to be as good at this someday as you think you already are. That sentence contains three things simultaneously. It contains a compliment to Frank. It acknowledges him as a standard worth aspiring to.
It contains a deflection. It removes Elvis from the position of competitor. Puts him in the position of student. Makes the entire frame of Frank’s condescension impossible to sustain because Elvis has agreed to it and turned it around. And it contains, underneath both of those things, the sharpest possible observation about the man who said real entertainer.
That Frank Sinatra believes himself to have already arrived at the place that most people spend their lives trying to reach. And that this belief is visible to everyone in the room. He thinks he already is. 11 words, delivered quietly, in a tuxedo. At 25, Frank Sinatra recognized the quality of the shot immediately.
He laughed. He called Elvis all right. He invited him to his recording studio afterward, which was not something Frank Sinatra did casually or as social nicety. It was an acknowledgement, the specific acknowledgement of one craftsman to another, that something real had just happened, and that the person who did it deserved to be taken seriously.
Elvis had earned Frank Sinatra’s respect in 11 words, in front of 40 million people, on a night when Frank Sinatra had spent the first hour of the broadcast making very clear that his respect was not something easily earned. That is the interesting version.
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