With Jane Birkin, when they were making the '60s swing.
A brilliant, resourceful composer, and always a maestro of cool—the meaningful kind. We won't hear his like again. David Hudson at The Daily Notebook is collecting the tributes.
UPDATE: A Barry favorite, and some esoterica:
I agree with a commenter who cited the theme from You Only Live Twice. The film itself has ENORMOUS sentimental value for me—it was the first Bond film I saw in a theater, a drive-in theater to be precise, I wore my Jonny Quest black turtleneck to mark the occasion, I don't wanna talk about it—but the song is objectively terrific, and I think it's one of Ms. Sinatra's best vocal performances. I don't know how Barry did it—if I recall correctly he did supervise her recording—but he got better singing out of her than either her dad OR Saint Lee Hazelwood were ever able to.
It took some stones to cover the theme from Goldfinger. Somehow the very act of doing it half-insured that the resultant track would be, erm, memorable. This is better than that, even. Howard Devoto's vocal very wisely eschews even the idea of rivaling Shirley Bassey's projection; rather, the egghead post-punk brooder intones rather in the manner of, well, a Bond villain. Very clever, Mr, Devoto.
Whatever happened to these guys, anyway? In any case, the original is a part of the much-lauded-below On Her Majesty's Secret Service soundtrack, wherein it was sung by Louis Armstrong. In his recent biography of Armstrong, Terry Teachout, who never bagged Jane Birkin, dismisses the song as an "innocuous ballad."