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 A little more than an hour after city polls had closed on the proposed Ford Center upgrade, singer Michael Bublé brought more class to the place than any penny sales tax ever could on Tuesday night.
With approximately 9,000 people in attendance, seven-man a capella group Naturally Seven opened the night. Lying somewhere between soul group and novelty act, the guys produce a full band sound using no instruments other than their mouths. The crowd responded well to their covers of Simon and Garfunkel’s “The Sounds of Silence” and Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight,” but the show relied a little too heavily on stage patter.
THE HITS
Then a suited Bublé arrived — hair tousled, tie loosened — to deliver his modern-day update of Sinatra-style cool. To say the 32-year-old crooner is a Rat Pack pretender would be an insult; his voice is amazing and his showmanship impeccable. Bublé carries himself with a touch of George Clooney swagger and self-deprecating humor. One highlight had him singing a short but saucy tribute to pornography pizza men.
Oh, yeah — and he sang his hits, including:
• “Me and Mrs. Jones,”
• “Save the Last Dance for Me” and
• “Lost.”
He closed with a spirited “That’s Life,” backed by a full choir, before returning for an encore that included “Crazy Little Thing Called Love.”
There was only one sour note of the evening, and it was no fault of Bublé’s. Rather, it was the drunk woman sitting behind us who spent the entire concert talking, despite kind requests by a half-dozen people for her to stop. Yes, I mean you, Green Sweater Lady of Section 114, Row H.
—Rod Lott
Rating:
Not Yet Rated
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