Michael Bublé

I read in the tourist flyer that he was going to perform that evening (Singapore, 10-Oct-05) and called for a ticket. I wanted the best seat, so she asked me to go to Wisma Atria and make a reservation at the info counter. A very beautiful girl, very nicely race-mixed, gave the ticket and corrected my pronunciation of Bublé: I had no problem taking correction from her. At age forty six, this was my first time at a concert anywhere; I was strangely flushed with excitement.
High anticipation, a long jam and a very long queue later, at 8:30, his orchestra took seats and then he arrived; the first song was 'Feeling Good'. One after one, songs from his new album, It's Time. I know very little Jazz, though I enjoy its sounds very much and can identify some numbers of Art Blakey, Armstrong, Duke Ellington… But the crowd of eight thousand knew everything. They were Singaporeans, whites, a sprinkle of Indians. Bublé wore his tight-looking suit all through. He is a genuinely good guy: he took risks, making bawdy jokes, suddenly jumped off the stage and ran the whole length of the stadium and one half of the breadth, taking many kisses from older women and shoulder hugs from the men. 'I want to thank the women for bringing the men; if we do our job well tonight, we would have filled the tyres of these men so that that they can go home and ride their bikes all night long'. Everybody loved it. And even more, when he asked all those that were nervously taking pictures - against instruction on the ticket stubs - that they could shoot all they wanted, 'though from your distance, in your picture, you cannot tell me from the piano'.
In my inexperience, all I could take in was the huge class difference between a young master like this and the Filipino bands that sing in hotel bars across Asia: where they sound quite good. I do not know the words that could describe the ups and downs of his voice. When his voice went to base, there was a rich resonance across the stadium: that was an experience! At the end he asked all people to 'feel free to dance'. About seventy per cent jumped up and - they were all seated until then - there was so much joy. It looked like everyone knew the lyrics, even that of a Michael Jackson and a Prince that he sang just for diversion - a couple of pickles - and teased the audience for warming more to these two than to a mention of Ray Charles.
I bought the handout and it is a proud possession in my study for what is says about him: 'All the talent in the world, it's often been said, can't make up for motivation, dedication and a lifelong commitment to craft and career. Happily for acclaimed vocalist Michael Bublé, all the talent in the world comes with a potent work ethic that has earned him an international following the old fashioned way: one fan at a time'.