My buddy Raymond reminds me of something I’ve been meaning to blog about several times in the past week.
Apparently, Michael Bolton is back, and he’s singing Sinatra
In addition to a sign that the end of the world is at hand, this is, I think, absolute proof that American popular music is now suffering in the hands of amateurs. It was bad enough when Rod Stewart decided to screech his way through some great American standards
If nothing else, this is proof Sinatra really is dead, because if he wasn’t he would’ve busted somebody’s head by now.
