Showing posts with label Michael Buble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Buble. Show all posts

05 May 2010

"Frank Sinatra" night on "American Idol"

I must admit that I only saw the last part of the last singer's performance, followed by the judges' critiques of it, and the little end-of-show summary clips of the other songs...

Yikes.

If indeed the last guy was the best of the night, it must have been one helluva long hour.

At his best, Sinatra sang simply, while letting the words tell the story of the song, and that approach is just not the Idol way. (I understand that is what Harry Connick was telling them; I don't think anyone was listening.)

It's great that Nancy and Tina are keeping their father's name out there, but somebody's gotta to tell these singers, to quote T.S. Eliot's Prufrock:

"That is not what I meant at all./That is not it, at all"

And not to seem too shallow, but, if you're going to wear a necktie in a performance, especially for ONE bloody song, don't loosen it. And tuck in your shirt! (That goes double for you too, Michael Buble.)

10 January 2009

Happy Birthday, Frank, Jr.!

Frank Sinatra, Jr. is 65 today.

To celebrate, check out his 2006 That Face cd, with a very nice version of a great Cahn and Van Heusen song "Walking Happy."

I'm fairly certain that, if Frank, Jr. had any other name, he'd be far better respected than he is. An excellent musician, great bandleader, and a fine singer, he is in an entirely different class than a Harry Connick, Jr. or a Michael Buble. If you really listen, you'll understand that.

His problem, however, has always been twofold:

1) He sounds, thanks to genetics, more like Frank than is beneficial to anyone because you can also clearly tell he's not his father. Before you hold this fact against him, of course, remember that NO ONE is another Sinatra (and certainly not the aforementioned Connick or Buble).

2) From the beginning of his career in the early 60s, he's been rabidly anti-rock-music. (And I don't mean just anti-heavy-metal, or anti-rap, or anti-grunge...I'm talking anti-Beatles.) Given his generation, even if he prefers a Rodgers and Hammerstein to a Lennon and McCartney, there's no need to continually condemn it. That ship has sailed, and, by refusing to accept it, his campaign to keep the Great American Songbook alive and well is, in some ways, discredited...especially since plenty of more contemporary artists have acknowledged, indeed EMBRACED, Sinatra as a seminal influence, musical and otherwise.

Anyway, Franklin Wayne Sinatra (not really a junior at all)...Happy Birthday!