On Sunday night, 60 Minutes presented a very moving Tony Bennett segment. There was a bit of hype, as a new duet album with Lady Gaga has just been released and CBS will be airing a special this fall covering Tony’s (probable) final concert, which happened in August, again with Gaga, at Radio City Music Hall. But the focus was on how Tony, afflicted with Alzheimers and now reaching age 95, returns nearly to his old self—almost magically—only when the music comes on. Then he remembers almost every lyric and ways to phrase.
A lot of late-blooming Tony fans have appeared in recent years, but I trace my fandom back 60 years, maybe 70.
In the early 1960s, rock ‘n roll hit a rough patch. This was after the excitement, and innovators, of ‘50s rock had faded and before Motown hit its stride, the British Invasion began, and Dylan went electric. (Yes, we did have Sam Cooke, Roy Orbison, and The Beach Boys, among others.) So Tony, just off his career comeback with “I Left My Heart in San Francisco,” filled some kind of gap for me. Why? Maybe because the SF Giants were my favorite baseball team?
Or something else: When I was a lad of about 3, I was already a music freak, constantly spinning tunes on my record player (see below). A parlor trick in our house was for visitors to call out a tune on one of my kiddie records—and then I would find it even though I could not read the label. But within a year or two, a relative from Buffalo gave me as a gift my first adult record—a 78 of a recent hit Tony Bennett single. My memory is that it might have been “Stranger in Paradise” or “Boulevard of Broken Dreams,” though perhaps it was Hank Williams’ “Cold, Cold Heart.”
Then Tony’s career faded badly. Obviously, however, like many others, I was ready for his re-emergence a few years later.
After his return to the charts, Tony faded again, and his career had many ups and downs before settling into a consistent “living legend” groove for quite some time, god bless him. Of course, the embrace of young talents such as Gaga, Diana Krall, and Amy Winehouse did not hurt.
Anyway, I thought I’d simply present below a bunch of the songs that brought me back to Tony in the early 1960s, written and arranged by some of the greats. A little trip down memory lane for me (and some of the album covers were once, or are still in, my collection).
“The Best Is Yet to Come”
“When Joanna Loved Me”
“I Wanna Be Around”
“A Taste of Honey”
“This Is All I Ask”
“The Moment of Truth”
“Who Can I Turn To?”
“The Good Life”
“Smile”
“Spring in Manhattan”
And one live, “Just in Time”
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I saw/heard him sing at Tanglewood in 2014 when he was 88 (?) years old. Still had it. Couldn't sing very long (maybe 30 minutes) but he still had amazing breath control, that smooth, smoky tone of his and exquisite phrasing. An amazing talent at any age, at any time. We're lucky to have had him to enjoy in our lifetime
Wow, thanks for sharing all these tunes. Great choices!