That Melting Voice

"Oh pleeease, he's so gay!"

That's what an unabashed Michael Bublé figured the men in the audience - supposedly dragged to the concert by their significant others - would be thinking. Proven untrue by the sly flash of his engagement ring of course. But even those fabricated rumours wouldn't have stopped the 9,000-strong crowd, mostly gushing thirty-or-forty something ladies, from screaming out his name as he stepped onto the podium.

Not forgetting the fanatical quartet of blondes several rows to the front who spent the evening throwing out fervent propositions at the dreamy crooner each time he turned their way. Wonder exactly what was written on their colourful banner. Perhaps hopeful offers to bear his child?


Come dance with me!
If Charming Calvin hadn't been by my side, I might have been a little tempted to do the same. Have to admit that I swooned just a little when I first heard that Michael Bublé was going to perform here. Even the shockingly exorbitant price, compared to the relatively more humble tag on his first show in 2003, placed on the tickets failed to deter me.

Truth is, Bublé puts on such a fantastic and intimate show that he's sure to win over even the guys who were dragged along to see him. Though from the way they all sung the old jazz standards from Sinatra to Nat King Cole in harmonious accompaniment, I think few were actually strong-armed to the concert.

While some might argue that he doesn't have the same vocal depth of a jazz legend such as Frank Sinatra, there is no denying that Bublé has an extraordinary gift for showmanship. It would be easy for a suave, good-looking crooner to have an ego to match, but Bublé remained surprisingly humble, approachable and emotionally honest on stage. Even a little bemused over the crazed adulation that surrounds him.


Despite sweating buckets in the tropical heat, Bublé had an infectious energy that lit up the stage. What it failed to do however was to inspire the conservative Asian audience stand up and dance. As always, our people remained decorously glued to their seats - though they started swaying a little by the end of the show.

Nonetheless the enthusiastic performer persevered through several soaked towels only to proclaim at the end. "I will come back again but only if two things happen. Either I come on stage dressed like Beyonce or you guys get some air conditioning in this place!"