Dear Michael Buble, What’s Your Deal? Love, Allison
I thought about doing a review for classic crooner, Michael Buble’s show in Atlanta (well, really it’s more like Duluth, Georgia – W-A-Y up north for a girl who lives right in the heart of Atlanta) but his show opened up more questions than I had answers to.
I’ll start with a few things he did really right. This was my first time seeing Buble live and it was blatantly obvious why he has gripped the hearts of women everywhere. Here are a few highlights:
- He was exceptionally HOT – always a plus as a front man with a voice like could make honey blush. It’s almost unfair for the other men. I feel bad for them.
- Michael told stories. He played the Gwinett Arena which has a capacity of 13,000 people (there are his fans to the right). If you read any of my blog posts, it’s no secret that I’m over the huge impersonal arenas. I appreciate him letting us know that dudes forced to go to his show (thanks to their over-zealous women) probably think he’s gay.
- During the middle of his show, Buble went directly through the crowd to play smack in the middle of their fans. Bravo! Video posted below. (Why wasn’t I in the middle of the floor????)
- Michael Buble did a tribute to Michael Jackson (video posted below)
- His 13-piece band was reeee-diculously talented. In fact, there’s even a fan-driven website dedicated to his band. Check this out: http://www.bubleband.com/
Obviously, Michael Buble is exceptionally talented, has a flawless voice, was charming as can be, and I thought the crazed blue-hairs throughout the arena were about to collectively pass out at any moment. The truth is Michael Buble is a classic. I would imagine that it must have been similar to what it was like to see Frank Sinatra perform.
On another note, biker Joe next to us didn’t bother to dress up, clap, or jump up and down like his woman did with the mega camera she was incessantly snapping pictures with. Joe had ripped up jeans, tattoos everywhere, a handlebar moustache, and he was right to my left. He looked like his mad face was on permanently (unfortunately for Joe, Buble did NOT bust out with a cover of Hell’s Bells). To us, this was hilarious. Here’s the video of Michael dazzling the crowd:
Back to business, though. Being the inexhaustably curious and intrepid interviewer that I am, I was left with burning questions about Michael Buble. As the song goes, “I Just Haven’t Met You Yet.” (I’m singing right to you, Michael!)
1. Does he wear a full suit as pajamas?
2. Is he annoyed by the over-indulgent displays of his own face and “MB” logo everywhere?
3. Does he ride around the country crammed in a tour bus with his 13-piece band and roadies or does he have his own “MB” leer jet to transport him?
4. When he sips a martini, does he have his pinky out?
5. Will he be posing for Playgirl to “spice” up his wholesome mama’s boy image in 2015?
6. Is he really that charming or will he be winning an Academy Award for his brilliant “nice-guy” performances? (why am I so jaded?)
Truth be told, a good time was had by all (with the exception of Biker Joe). The opening act, Naturally 7, was so captivatingly impressive as a 7-piece a capella band that played no instruments. They were known as the wall of sound and got the crowd to its feet. The entire show was a class act, all the way through. So even though I still don’t know what his deal is – I still say…Hip hip BUBLE!