Photos & Show Review: Tony Bennett (with Antonia Bennett) @ The Paramount, Seattle WA, 12/17/11
by Marianne Spellman

Let us begin with a short introductory tale, paraphrased. . .

Once upon a time, there were two men, meeting for the first time in New York City’s Greenwich Village. The first was a young man, aged 23, who longed for a professional career in music, past his current work as a singing waiter in a few Italian restaurants in his Queens neighborhood. The second man was exactly double the first man’s age, and was one of the most beloved and successful performers of all time. The second man listened to the first man sing, and judged him talented enough to earn a spot on his upcoming tour, an incredible opportunity. What followed was a conversation that went somewhat like this:

Second Man: So, kid. . . what’s your name? Whaddya go by?

First Man: Joe Bari.

Second Man: Joe Bari? Aw, no, that’s no good, too fake. Let’s think of something better. What’s your real name? What do we have to work with here?

First Man: Anthony Dominick Benedetto.

Second Man: Whoa! OK, that’s a mouthful. Hmm. . . but why not stick with something close? How about. . . Tony Bennett? Yeah?

First Man: Tony. . .Bennett!

And that is the true story of how Leslie Townes Hope – you might know him better by his stage name of Bob Hope – renamed young Benedetto, took him on the road with him, and within two years, Tony Bennett had his first #1 record, “Because of You.”

It would have been utterly unimaginable to either man then that over 60 years past their meeting, Tony Bennett would be standing onstage at Seattle’s beautiful Paramount Theater, still singing with the same instantly-recognizable voice to a thrilled capacity crowd. I almost hate to mention that Bennett is now 85 years old, because of the assumptions that come with judging anyone who has reached advanced years. Bennett is not “great for his age;” he is great on any measure for any age: pitch, power, presentation, all 100% on. In that he makes whatever difficulties age may have brought to him seem nonexistent for the time he spends onstage entertaining people, he is all the more a remarkable person.

Tony Bennett

Indeed, there was no slacking from Tony the entire evening. His Paramount performance delivered song after song after song, a wonderful range of material from American jazz, show, and classic pop standards (“The Way You Look Tonight,” “The Best Is Yet To Come,” “Maybe This Time, “I Got Rhythm”) to “the 1st pop-country crossover hit,” Hank Williams’ “Cold, Cold Heart,” to some Christmas cheer (“White Christmas”). There were so many songs I honestly lost count, but no doubt some of the biggest cheers of the night went to Bennett’s signature song, “I Left My Heart in San Francisco,” first released in 1962.

Backed by a quartet of stellar sidemen (Gary Sargent on hollow-body electric guitar, Marshall Wood on stand-up bass, Lee Musiker on grand piano, and “Count Basie’s favorite drummer,” Harold Jones), Bennett’s warm and gracious manner further endeared him to the crowd. He very often just stood and beamed at the audience, shaking his head slightly in some disbelief at the boisterous cheers and claps and several standing ovations that enthusiastically came his way. “We love you, Tony!” called out one woman, to more claps and cheers, and Bennett acknowledged her with a nod, an even-bigger smile, and a “Thank you!”

Tony Bennett

Without a doubt, the highlight of the night for me (and, I think, surely many others) came near the end of the night. Bennett had been speaking of how lovely the theater was, how “they don’t make ‘em like this anymore,” and encouraged us all to support the Paramount. He continued, “If it’s OK with my soundman, I’d like to show you how special this building is, what it was designed for.” Bennett then waved at the soundboard at the back of the hall and requested that all the microphones and the PA system be shut off. Sargent quietly stepped up with his guitar alongside Bennett, who then gifted the hall with a textbook demonstration of both fine acoustical design and amazing vocal talent as he sang “Fly Me To The Moon,” with no amplification whatsoever. “Wow. . .wow. . .” I heard one woman speak to herself, and others in the crowd gasped as Bennett took the song’s soaring melody and delivered it beautifully, even to the very back rows of the upper balcony.

How does he do it? How did Tony Bennett beat the incredible odds to rise from a childhood marred by poverty and loss, survive one of the most brutal engagements of WWII, achieve huge career success just to lose it to changing times and personal troubles, to reinvent himself in his later life as an even-more successful musician and fine artist? I think I know a few of the answers. He’s always been a hard worker, and was from the very start dedicated to learning how to sing well and how to preserve his voice. He knows you are only as good as the songs you sing, so he’s always chosen ones that are superb. He knows you can never, ever phone in a performance. He knows that every time you sing a song, it must belong to you, all the notes and the words and the feelings they evoke, and then you bring it to the crowd as if you are singing to each individual personally, telling their stories. He knows that you need to know who you are, your strengths and weaknesses, and must always strive to improve everything you do. He knows you should keep an open mind, keep working, be grateful for your good fortune, and never give up.

There are great concerts, and then there are events that can only be called inspirational. I don’t think anyone who attended Tony Bennett’s show at the Paramount will soon forget the night. It was Bari, Bari good to us. . . forgive me, Bob Hope!

Antonia Bennett, Tony’s lovely flame-haired daughter, opened the show with a short but entertaining set of jazzy, bright tunes, and joined her father onstage for a duet and dance later in his set.

Tony Bennett

Antonia Bennett

Check out Marianne’s photos on Flickr as well!