It seems to me to be a well established fact that everyone enjoys the occasional crooner, especially around Christmas time. Think about how many of our Christmas traditions have something to do with Bing Crosby or Nat King Cole. Would we really generate the same inner warmth and Christmas spirit if we didn’t hear those wonderful words, “chestnuts roasting over an open fire” sung by a silky voice streaming in smooth as liquid? No! Or would we be so dependant on snow for Christmas if Bing and Rosemary hadn’t told us it must be so?
And it is not just Christmas. I know I can’t be the only one who goes a bit tingly when you hear Mr. Blue Eyes himself sing about looking wonderful tonight. I know many guys who try a quick “buh buh buh booo” when they think no one is listening.
But here is my question. Where did all of the crooners go? Why aren’t there more of them today? Crooning is a time-tested musical style that won’t likely go out of fashion. It’s been around for decades, and will continue being popular. Today we have Michael Buble and Harry Connick Jr, but. I think that about sums up today’s crooners. I would like to put in a request for more. Boys! Warm up ‘them vocals! You’re in demand.
Of course, it is not just boys. Why must we listen to Celine Dion annually fail to hold the high note in “Oh Holy Night?” Why do singers today usually sound like they are attached to one of those vibrating, butt-jiggling machines from the fifties? Why are there no real divas? Aretha Franklin knew what she was doing. Ladies would do well to copy her. And where are today’s Judy Garlands, Rosemary Clooneys and Ella Fitzgeralds? Who doesn’t love a good ballad? What woman in America does not feel at least a sliver of empowerment when they hear “Respect?” Ladies! Belt out to the balcony! Go!
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