1. The Nearness Of You
2. Night And Day
3. Come Fly With Me
4. It's Alright With Me
5. Tangerine
6. They Can't Take That Away From Me
7. Fly Me To The Moon
8. Where Or When
9. You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To
10. Our Love Is Here To Stay
11. All Or Nothing At All

The Monterey County Post
“And All That Jazz” 
CD Pick of the Week
by Johnny Adams

This album has got to be the sleeper of the year.  Patrone is a stylist.  Style is a very important thing, and one’s response to the work of a stylist is a matter of taste.

Patrone’s style is at times dramatic and expressive and filled with unabashed emotion.  There may be some who prefer a different approach. However, there are things about a vocalist that are not a matter of taste, but of fact.  Among these, in the case of Patrone, are his voice, which is big and beautifully projected and of a range and flexibility rarely found among popular singers; his ear, which is tuned, and his sense of melody, which is like that of a fine musician.  He uses his voice to the fullest.  The Nearness Of You is not an easy song to tackle.  Frank Sinatra made it his own, and comparisons are almost inevitable.  But only almost, for Patrone’s style is his own, and he brings it off on his own terms.  The lack of physical strain on the part of Patrone assures a lack of mental strain on the listener.

            This is a relaxed set of 11 performances that does justice, or sometimes more than justice, to the melodies of great composers such as Cole Porter’s Night And Day and Sammy Cahn’s Come Fly With Me.  By the way, great backing by musicians who pull together for a wonderful musical adventure.

Mixed & recorded at Powerhouse Studio, San Diego, CA
Design by David Patrone & Black Desk Multimedia
Cover Painting; Nightlife by Michael Flohr © 2000 Crown Thorn Publishing
© 2003 All Rights Reserved David Patrone Productions printed in USA Unauthorized Duplication is a violation of applicable laws

It FEELS like Swing sometimes...  Possible BOP...
Perhaps you've been eviscerated by the TORCH song and you're still out beatin'' the slippery bricks.
Somehow you fall into the LOUNGE and steep your TWO-TONES in Jazz.  BLUE notes guide your MIDNIGHT
rendezvous, or perhaps they'll guide one to you.  Meanwhile, you pull on a Lucky, STRAIGHT, tipped glow
compliments of your hand-me-down Zippo (initials CIRCA Normandy Beach) You raise your Maker's and water.
Pausing as twinkling rocks dance in your ear to strike an INTRINSIC chord, your soul strings strum.  Maybe it's a Martini,
Sinatra wouldn't mind, "anything that gets you through the night," He said... Six nights later you're wondering
while you're WANDERING and suddenly your suppressed anxiety rakes across taut nerves: vibing, red/raw/swollen
like the dusty, bloodshot, hung-over, waking glance at the single searing beam through a miniscule crack –
Venetian ineffectiveness.

"WHERE IS S/HE RIGHT NOW?" it wails.

In another drink; somehow, you leave it alone long enough to fall back into the blank, melancholy reverie
while a ray of UNREQUITED love waits for the Earth's spin to hit you from another sliver in the blind.

Lamenting silently, you barely wince when the cherry reaches your fingers...