Every time Harry Connick Jr. nabs a part as an actor, he has less time for his feculent music. If you ask us, that is reason to hope that Mr. Connick has a more successful career as a thespian than Lawrence Olivier.
And why is that ?
Well, actually the answer to those queries is rather simple. Every time Harry Connick Jr. nabs a part as an actor, he has less time for his feculent music. If you ask us, that is reason to hope that Mr. Connick has a more successful career as a thespian than Lawrence Olivier.
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Already we can hear the protests from pseudo-jazz fans everywhere. “I love Harry Connick Jr.,” say our aesthetically challenged friends, “he’s a great piano player.”
To which we, the crack young staff of “The Hatemonger’s Quarterly,” reply: You don’t know the first bloody thing about jazz, you dolt. If you did, you’d realize that this poor man’s Tony Bennett is pathetic.
He plays dull retreads of famous songs that were better when other people played them–50 years ago. He’s the guy people who have no culture fall in love with to make it seem as if they are cultured. Anyone who thinks he’s a great piano player has never heard Art Tatum, Bud Powell, Oscar Peterson, Cecil Taylor, Wynton Kelly, Red Garland, Andrew Hill, Bobby Timmons, Bill Evans, et al.
In fact, we find the popularity of Mr. Connick’s music so irksome that we have officially founded the “Keep Harry Connick Jr. Acting Foundation.” In order to aid our worthy cause, all you must do is write us a check. We assure you that all of the money you donate will be used to land Mr. Connick more roles in syrupy films and plays. With your help, we’ll keep this retarded Frank Sinatra out of the studio.
And a better service to the future of American music I can’t think of. There was a time when Connick was being described as “the new Sinatra” — what a joke that description was. He has a pleasant voice, I guess, and is a decent piano player but, to be honest, he hasn’t done anything worth listening to since the soundtrack of When Harry Met Sally, and how long ago was that ?
The next Sinatra ? Hardly.
