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Paul Anka capable and comfortable being the ‘Keeper of the Cool’

Paul Anka knows how to stand in front of a band during his Dec. 16, 2016, performance at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center in Newark. (Photo by Mike Morsch)

Paul Anka knows how to stand in front of a band during his Dec. 16, 2016, performance at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center in Newark.
(Photo by Mike Morsch)

Paul Anka is a lot of things: singer, songwriter, entertainer, actor, author, one-time teen idol, boyfriend of Mouseketeer Annette Funicello when they were kids and de facto Rat Pack member and confidante.

Add Keeper of the Cool to that list.

Frank, Dean and Sammy would be proud. Anka is a professional, a showman and has always realized the importance of being a snappy dresser. At age 75, he still dances with the one that he brought and closes his show with “Diana,” a song he wrote as a teenager and recorded in 1957 that was a No. 1 hit in Canada, Australia, the United Kingdom and reached No. 2 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 Singles chart.

Certainly one’s level of cool is subjective in the eye of the observer. And this was my first time seeing Anka perform live. But here’s how cool he was at his Dec. 16 show at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center in Newark, N.J: he entered the venue through the back, walking down the aisle while singing “You Are My Destiny,” shaking hands and posing for pictures along the way; left the stage after the first handful of songs and went back into the crowd again, stood on one of the seats and sang a medley of his hits while fans crowded around him with their cell phones at the ready; when a lady in the audience named Theresa requested he sing a song in Italian that didn’t appear to be on the original setlist, Anka honored the request, then went off script, stopped the show and called Theresa down to the stage where the two of them proceeded to have a conversation like they were sitting in a living room chatting.

(Photo by Mike Morsch)

(Photo by Mike Morsch)

Oh, and he didn’t just sing. He played the piano, he played the guitar, he picked up the baton and directed the 14-piece backing band. He probably would have been willing to sell popcorn if somebody at the NJPAC would have asked him.

In an interview for a story to advance the show, Anka had said to me that the Rat Pack – Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., Peter Lawford and Joey Bishop, who had epitomized the La Vegas entertainment scene of the early 1960s – were as cool behind closed doors as they were in public.

“Us young guys, we all wanted to be cool like them. We wanted to dress like them. I wanted to stand in front of a band like them,” said Anka. “Oh, it was just amazing. They were the coolest to be around. It was everything that you could imagine.”

The Rat Packers are all gone now. But Anka is still around, and you know what, he’s learned how to stand in front of a band.

And he’s written some really good songs: “My Way” for Sinatra; “She’s a Lady” for Tom Jones; and “Lonely Boy,” “Put Your Head on My Shoulder,” “Puppy Love” and “(You’re) Having My Baby” for himself, all of which were No. 1 and No. 2 hits.

“(You’re) Having My Baby,” was one I wanted to hear Anka sing in concert because it’s on the album “Anka” from 1974. We spoke at length about the making of that album and the songs on it during our conversation and it will be featured in The Vinyl Dialogues Volume IV, due out in 2017.

Fans surround Paul Anka as he comes into the audience to sing. (Photo by Mike Morsch)

Fans surround Paul Anka as he comes into the audience to sing.
(Photo by Mike Morsch)

Among the other highlights of the concert for me was Anka’s version – and beautiful arrangement – of Eric Clapton’s 1991 hit single, “Tears in Heaven”; his version of “It Doesn’t Matter Anymore,” which he wrote for Buddy Holly and which became the final song Holly recorded before his untimely death in a plane crash in February 1959, the day the music died; and his versions of “Oh Lonesome Me” by Don Gibson, “Bye Bye Love” by the Everly Brothers and the inclusion of a portion of “Purple Rain” by Prince into the middle of another song.

There was also a nice video tribute to Sammy Davis Jr. singing the Anka-written song, “I’m Not Anyone,” on which Anka accompanied on live vocals. It’s been part of Anka’s show for a while now, but for those who haven’t seen it live, it’s a special part of the performance. And cooler than cool.

One other observation: Anka appears to genuinely appreciate the attention of the fans. I was close enough to the stage when he sang the final song “Diana,” close enough to see the expression on his face as people reacted to that song. Several artists have told me during interviews that they can feel the positive vibes from the audience, and that they feed on that reaction.

It was apparent to me that the NJPAC audience loved Anka and he loved it back.

Anka and his music have remained relevant for seven decades, which to state the obvious, is no small accomplishment. And he’s the closest thing we have left to the legacy of the Sinatra Rat Pack.

Paul Anka seems quite capable and comfortable being the standard-bearer of that kind of cool.

Paul Anka and his band take a bow after the show. (Photo by Mike Morsch)

Paul Anka and his band take a bow after the show.
(Photo by Mike Morsch)

My inaugural Dylan concert: It was Bob being Bob . . . with a little swagger and prancing

dscn5771The between-song banter by Mavis Staples – who is opening for Bob Dylan on his summer tour – Wednesday night at the Mann Center for the Performing Arts in Philadelphia included an interesting and somewhat unexpected observation.

“Oh, that Bobby Dylan. I love listening to him sing, but I also love to watch him move,” said Ms. Staples, 77, a longtime member of the gospel, soul and R&B family singing group The Staple Singers and later a solo artist, who revealed last year that Dylan once proposed to her when they were teenagers and she turned him down. “He’s got that swagger.”

“Does Bob move with a swagger?” I asked my friend Ted, who has seen Dylan approximately 25 times in concert and had driven all the way from Illinois (919 miles and 14-and-a-half hours in what has been dubbed the 2016 Iron Undershorts Tour) to accompany me to my first Dylan concert.
“He’s more of a prancer,” said Ted.

Since my preconceived notion of my inaugural Dylan concert didn’t include experiencing much singing or prancing, the evening was shaping up to have potential if either of those things happened.

Ted and I have been talking for years about going to a Dylan concert. He is a big fan. Me, not so much. I like some of Dylan’s hits – “Blowin’ in the Wind,” “Like a Rolling Stone,” “Lay Lady Lay,” “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” – but I don’t really know much more of his vast catalog.

And I understand his music speaks to generations of fans. It just doesn’t speak to me in the same way, which is OK. Music is a subjective experience and we all have our favorites.

Bob Dylan from afar, at the Mann Center for the Performing Arts in Philadelphia July 13, 2016. (Photo by Mike Morsch)

Bob Dylan from afar, at the Mann Center for the Performing Arts in Philadelphia July 13, 2016.
(Photo by Mike Morsch)

But I thought it was important to see a significant artist like Bob Dylan in concert at least once. He’s 75 years old now, and I’m not getting any younger. And having Ted along to essentially identify the songs on the setlist and translate Bob’s lyrics to some of those songs was a wise decision.

So how is Bob Dylan in concert for someone who has never seen Bob Dylan in concert? Well, it’s Bob being Bob.

There is no Bob banter in between songs. In fact, the only words he spoke came just after “Tangled Up in Blue,” the last song before the intermission: “Thank you. We’re going to leave the stage for a little bit.”

Maybe my expectations were too low from the get-go, but Bob’s voice was better than I expected. The show featured Bob doing a handful of Frank Sinatra songs that Dylan covered in his 2015 “Shadows in the Night” album. Those songs required Bob to become a crooner and do all the heavy lifting on the vocals. In fact, none of his band members had microphones and thus didn’t provide any backing vocals for any song during the show. And the crowd reacted favorably to those tunes.

For a guy who can’t sing, Dylan sure did a lot of singing while he was in Philadelphia July 13.
The setlist included:
Things Have Changed.
She Belongs to Me.
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’.
Full Moon and Empty Arms (Sinatra cover).
Pay in Blood.
Melancholy Mood (Sinatra cover).
Duquesne Whistle.
How Deep is the Ocean? (How High Is the Sky?) (Paul Whitman & His Orchestra cover).
Tangled Up in Blue.
High Water.
Why Try to Change Me Now (Cy Coleman cover).
Early Roman Kings.
I Could Have Told You (Sinatra cover).
Spirit on the Water.
Scarlet Town.
All of Nothing at All (Sinatra cover).
Long and Wasted Years.
Autumn Leaves (Yves Montand cover).
Encore
(19) Blowin’ in the Wind.
(20) Stay With Me (Sinatra cover).

The Bob Dylan baseball card, given out after the show.

The Bob Dylan baseball card, given out after the show.

As for whether Bob has a swagger or is a prancer, that seems to be a matter of interpretation. For this show, he did have what I’d call a little bounce in his step, although I’m not sure it rises to the level of prancing. It might be a lilt, or a sway, or even a shuffle. Whatever one’s perception, it appears to be typically Bob-esque.

My only complaint is that it was the worst lit concert that I have ever seen, and that was obviously done on purpose. Bob was lit exclusively from the back and sides, with no front lighting. Add in Bob’s wide-brimmed hat and the fact that there were no big screens for this show and it was virtually impossible to see his face, certainly from anything beyond the first few rows or so.

Ultimately, though, it was a good concert experience and I’m glad I got to see Dylan. Would I see him again? If I could afford the good seats down front and was allowed to take a few pictures, most certainly. And sure, I’d like to interview him, but my sense is that Bob doesn’t even talk to himself.

There was even a nice surprise after the show. As we were exiting the venue, we were handed a Bob Dylan baseball card as a memento of the concert. You read that correctly: a Dylan baseball card.

It appears that the card is exclusive to the Mann Center for the Performing Arts. The front shows an artist’s drawing of Bob in a pinstriped baseball jersey sans logo, and wearing a left-handed ballglove with the Philadelphia skyline and a sign that reads “the Mann” in the background.

The back of the Bob Dylan baseball card.

The back of the Bob Dylan baseball card.

On the back, the card is numbered 713 – for July 13 – and other details about the concert and Dylan himself, like his birth date (May 24) and his hometown (Hibbing, Minnesota); and a fun fact that reads “Did you know? Exactly thirty-one years ago on this date, Bob Dylan performed in Philadelphia at the Live Aid benefit accompanied by Ronnie Wood and Keith Richards.”

Thanks, I did not know that.

The card back also includes an explanation of the collectible: “You are holding an official installment of an art project created by illustrator Alex Fine for the Mann and AEG Live commemorating select events each season at the Mann.”

As a longtime baseball card collector, it’s a pretty cool collectible from my first Bob Dylan concert.

It almost made me want to prance a little on the way to the car.

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