Live Review: Michael Bublé Live at Wells Fargo Center
Tue, 30 Nov 2010 10:25:31
Live at Wells Fargo Center
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Swoon. That is what 90 percent of the crowd does when crooner (and comedian) Michael Bublé saunters across the stage. He's as likeable as they come and boasts oodles of talent, to boot. Can you say total package?
Indeed, Mr. Michael Bublé, who hails from Vancouver, Canada, is a consummate performer, a sharp-dressed man, a crooner who would make the Rat Pack proud. Dean Martin? Frank Sinatra? They'd all open their arms and nod their head with approval for Bublé. That's how damn good he is. Harry Connick, Jr.'s throne has been usurped by Bublé and there is nothing he can do about it except watch it go.
At his pre-Thanksgiving show at the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, Bublé was in terrific spirits; he was adorned in a dark suit and sparkling, fashion-forward shoes, each of which could have cost a grand a piece. He looked fabulous and sounded even better. The man is a complete and total package, stylin' from top to toe. It's rare to find a superstar who embodies everything you'd want in a husband, but Bublé does. Heavy is the head that wears the pop music crown, which I reference a paragraph above, but Bublé wears it well. There's no pretense, no snobbery and no air of fakery about him. He reeks of the real deal and well, that's because he is the real deal. He isn't caving from the pressure of his popularity; he's taking it all in stride. His mama must be proud.
Immediately, when addressing the crowd of adoring fans, Bublé describes his show as a party, and he's not kidding. He started off with standards such as "Cry Me a River," "All of Me" and "Georgia on My Mind," before engaging in a funny, witty and warm chat with 10,000 of his closest friends in the crowd. Women were holding up signs that read "Available"; one lass even held up a sign asking the singer to sign her ankle so she could have his John Hancock tattooed on her, to which he obliged. What a charmer and a crowd pleaser, but beyond that, Bublé exudes the kind of warmth that most pop acts lack. He possesses it tenfold. If you were hoping to hear nothing more than his golden voice for two hours, then you'd surely have been a wee bit disappointed, since Bublé splits his set between serenading the crowd and cracking jokes. But he makes it work. It's not aimless chatter; it's all to wit and wisdom and it's like having a conversation with him. When he does it, it's engaging.
He also performed "At This Moment," an aching ballad that he infuses with his signature warmth; he provides the same heat on his own "Crazy Love." He chatted with the crowd, making local sports references and pop culture ones. He clearly knows his shit, letting the crowd know that the Flyers' Jeff Carter had just scored a goal. When the singer joked that all the men who were drug to the show by the women in their lives must be thinking, "Yeah, he's gay," the crowd roared with laughter.
Bublé introduced his entire band and provided a short bio of each player, which is rare on stage. His repartee and banter made it engaging as opposed to perfect time for a bathroom break. He also showed off his best Michael Jackson impression, complete with crotch grab and moonwalk, and a vocal dose of "Man in the Mirror."
The singer also said that he wanted to be an actor until he saw Ferris Bueller's Day Off and that the scene where Matthew Broderick's titular character got on the float and sang "Twist and Shout" made him want to be a rock star. It was a peak into the heart of Michael Bublé that we all wanted.
Bublé also rocked "Heartache Tonight," "How Sweet It Is" and his smash, "Haven't Met You Yet." He is husband material: good-looking, smart, witty, charming, classy and well-dressed. He is no label-created pop star. He is as real as it gets.