In the mid-70’s I was playing in a Jump Blues/Swing band, and the singer was quite a character. He had a pompadour (in the 70’s?!), wore suits casually, had a 78 collection, and smoked reefer. You know, a "cat". He proposed we do Sinatra’s "That’s Life", and though I had my doubts, it was great. The lingering hippies in the Bay Area looked at us like we were from Mars.