I love Lee's deep, deserty, whisky-and-cigarettes voice in contrast with Nancy Sinatra's brass and fire. I love how infinitely sad and washed-up he sounds in numbers like Sundown, Sundown and Some Velvet Morning, and how playful in the lighter Jackson and Greenwich Village Folk Song Salesman (what a title!). I love the way he and Nancy always seem to be singing for each other and nobody else in the world.
They'll be drinking Summer Wine in Heaven tonight.
