From a story on poynter.org by Roy Peter Clark headlined “What Tony Bennett taught me about the life of a writer”:

Like Tony Bennett, my mom lived to the age of 96. She loved Bennett, and, like him, kept singing until the end. At a party for her 95th birthday, at DiMaggio’s Trattoria on Long Island, she performed with her three sons, wearing a pink feather boa. She began with a classic tune from the Great American Songbook, that body of work that Bennett so much admired, “You’re Nobody Til Somebody Loves You.”