For world-class crooner Michael Bublé, it’s a new dawn, a new day…and if last night’s concert at the Golden 1 Center is any indication, he’s feeling mighty good.
So were his fans.
Bublé stopped by Sacramento last night during his current world tour, and opened with “Feeling Good.” It was a great introductory message, as the singer’s been through the wringer in recent years. He took six years off from the road, in part, to care for one of his three children.
That son’s on the mend, now, and so is Bublé, having released the best album of his career late last fall, entitled simply ❤️, and hitting the road to let his devoted audience know how much he loves and appreciates them.
Bublé’ is not the world’s greatest singer…but then, neither was Dean, Harry Connick Jr., or even Sinatra, in my estimation. But what he shares with those legends is more swagger than a white man should have, a great ear for and understanding of what he can do behind the mike and on stage, and near perfect, almost inhuman pitch.
That enviable combination, along with his almost unmatched ability to connect with that fan way up in the cheap seats, makes for a concert experience that is not to be missed.
Like the greatest live performers I’ve been blessed to see — Diana Ross, Prince, Garth Brooks, and Kenny Chesney — Michael Bublé gave it all to his adoring fans last night: “My Funny Valentine,” “I Only Have Eyes For You,” “You’re Nobody ’Til Somebody Loves You, and “When I Fall In Love” among the romantic classics that would have won over even the most ardent of skeptics.
He reduced this writer to tears twice, and I’m man enough to admit it, thank you very much! First, with his guttural original “Forever Now” about the joys and pains of watching your kids grow up, he left me sniffling and to conceal my emotions as I wistfully recalled all of the milestones of my two girl’s childhoods, both of which seem to have gone by in a blur.
The second set of tears came while I laughed uncontrollably at Bublé’s pointed, almost adult-oriented cracks about “Old Sac.” Like the best of entertainers, the singer knows how to use a joke or two to allow him to catch his breath between tunes, while keeping his audience connected.
Bublé wrapped the concert up with a rousing “Cry Me A River,” but Sacramento wouldn’t let him go. His encores were “Where Or When” and a drop-dead gorgeous version of “Always On My Mind,” which he delivered, teary-eyed himself, after telling the audience how much he appreciated their love and support.
That personality. That charm. That boyish smile. It has been, perhaps, decades since I’ve experienced a love-in between artist and fan like the one I sat in on last night in Sacramento. A very wise person told me once, long ago, that I fall in love with someone new every day.
He was absolutely correct about that, and last night in Sacramento, Bublé turned my head over and over again.
To paraphrase another chestnut from the Great American Songbook, the incomparable Michael Bublé has absolutely got what it takes.