The most electrical music moment in my life happened a number of years back. The place was Navy Pier in Chicago. Starting up his live performance, Frank hit the first line in "My Kind of Town" and the crowd erupted like Mt. St. Helens.
For Chicago, Frank may have been an adopted son, but they didn't love him any less than did Hoboken, N.J.
I can imagine. In fact I got a goose bump or three just imagining that Chicago crowd "erupting like St. Helen's" on hearing Sinatra begin that line.