Chairman of the board takes on Michael Buble

There are some very good reasons to appreciate the impact of Michael Buble on popular music

There are some very good reasons to appreciate the impact of Michael Buble on popular music.

The guy has made a forgotten style of music popular again for the first time in many decades. His army of fans is primarily female, and they are represented in every possible age group under the sun.

Buble blends old-school orchestra with a mix of new pop tunes and a large collection of classics from the Great Singer era of the 50s and 60s.

He has embraced the style and swagger of the greatest singer from that era; The Chairman of the Board himself, Francis Albert Sinatra.

I have always been a big fan of Frank, even though I was too young to initially appreciate his 1950s sound. The man was the embodiment of style and I can understand why Michael Buble would choose to use him as a role model in his own musical career. Thank you Mr. Buble for popularizing a sound that should never have gotten unpopular, in my humble opinion

But let’s put things in perspective at the risk of alienating every woman that ever heard a Buble cover of a Sinatra classic like Fly Me to the Moon: There is only one chairman of this board and his name isn’t Michael Buble.

Frank Sinatra grew with his music. His early success as a crooner made him the 1940s object of affection for the teen idol crowd, composed mainly of very young women known as “bobby soxers” at the time. Bobby soxers wore rolled-down socks and poodle skirts as a fad of the period. It was a little milder fad compared to a large tattoo and ring through the lip in today’s world.

The real essence of Frank Sinatra’s greatness was not this period of his career. His voice dropped an octave and his career teetered over a cliff by the 1950s. The skinny kid from New Jersey was into his 30s and found himself in reinvention mode. He adopted a style that became his signature sound of relationships gone bad, or a lifestyle gone crazy. Either way, Frank was now a performer for adults in adult situations and that was the golden years of the Sinatra sound. Booze, bars, fast planes, and even faster women punctuated the music from Old Blue Eyes during this period in his career.

Sinatra lived the life in the 1950s and 1960s with party wingmen like Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr. to keep him company on a very social Rat Pack circuit.

If you wanted to hang out with Frank, then you better bring along a cast-iron liver for survival. These guys owned Vegas and it was a non-stop party train, even by Las Vegas standards.

The signature Sinatra sound was seasoned by booze and cigarettes into the powerful vocal package that most fans recognize as his finest musical hour by the mid-60s. He had slowed down a little from the crazy lifestyle and he sounded better than ever by the time Strangers in the Night became a major hit in 1966.

My Way became his ultimate signature song in the early 1970s, and it was a good look at the man’s life. He was the man when it came to the sound resurrected by Michael Buble. So I thank Buble for his efforts, but he is not Sinatra. Sorry ladies.

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