Way back in the 1970s, my father put a little black and white poster of Frank Sinatra on the wall of our rec room.
It was a photo of Mr. Sinatra, on stage, in front of the musicians, holding a glass of booze in one hand and a microphone in the other. He looked like a bloated corpse in a business suit.
I’m not sure if he was holding a cigarette in the same hand as the booze, but he probably was. Such accomplished manual dexterity was considered an awesome mark of sophistication, back in the day.
IIRC, that poster had on it the words “Ole Blue Eyes is Back.”
I’m pretty sure you got that poster for free when you purchased the latest Sinatra album.
My father stuck it to the wall with thumbtacks.