If you read this, you already know I love Harry Connick, Jr. I think he's talented, funny and handsome. Simply put: the total package. Imagine my excitement when his new CD was released last week.
Your Songs is a collection of standards - old and new - done in Harry's signature big band style. I made the mistake of reading a review of the CD first, which said:
"There's a little too much of a lounge lizard
creeping into this collection of pop standards and 70s faves."
I bought it anyway. Fortunately, my memory is crap these days, and had forgotten all about the review by the time I got to listen to the CD. It wasn't awful, but there was something not quite right, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. What was it...? And then the words LOUNGE LIZARD popped into my head. I'm so sorry, Harry, but that's the God's honest truth. I wanted to like it, I really did. I wanted to like it because you sang the most understated, respectful version of the National Anthem on September 11:
I wanted to like it, even after visiting your website a couple of weeks ago and found the O in Connick looked like this on the website banner:
I won't lie. My bowels seized up a little when I saw that. But I'll listen to the CD again. Did I mention I truly want to like it? Besides, I resigned myself long ago to the fact that if I discounted entertainers solely on the basis of their politics, I'd be stuck watching Chuck Norris and Kelsey Grammer in a remake of the Odd Couple at The Buck Creek Playhouse.