Reading about the Doobies reminds me of one of those great gigs I went to "on 
spec" and ended up loving: Michael McDonald at the Jazz Cafe, which is a very 
small and rather awkwardly shaped venue in north London.  I'd never checked 
for his records much, had the impression that he was a good singer whose 
records had been coming out of Blandville for years.  Anyway, I decided to 
give it a pop, precisely because it was such a small place.  As it turned 
out, it was a warm-up for a show at Wembley Arena, which holds about 12,000 
people!

Well, he kicked our British butts!  His band were as tight as a duck's arse 
[erm, sorry about that, but the other expression I was going to use was even 
ruder], and pretty loud with it.  His voice was unbelievably good, and he 
didn't shirk any of the many falsetto high notes.  As for the songs, I was 
amazed at how many of them I knew.  And of course he played What A Fool 
Believes, one of the greatest pop songs ever.  That gig was a wonderful 
surprise, as it challenged my preconceptions...

...however, I can safely say that wild horses would not drag me to a Celine 
Dion gig.  She certainly has a voice, one which I would describe as a force 
of nature - and forces of nature can be harnessed in all sorts of ways!  I 
find her singing genuinely unbearable - I run, not walk to the off switch 
when I hear her lungs inflate, because it's inevitable that somewhere around 
the halfway mark, she (or her producer) will hit the button marked "EMOTE!", 
and that unholy caterwauling will start up.  Aaaarrgh!

What really strikes me is that she doesn't seem that interested in music.  I 
read an interview with her (in Q, I think), in which she came across as a 
decent sort, and my overriding impression is that she is more "product" than 
just about any other singer.  She has this extraordinary vocal power, which 
she doesn't seem to understand fully, but which has turned out to be an 
amazing cash cow.  And as she enjoys singing, they (whoever "they" are!) can 
keep pushing glutinous ballads at her, she'll keep singing the living 
daylights out of 'em, and everybody concerned will add more zeroes to their 
bank balance.  A win-win situation, some might say.

Meanwhile, brilliantly talented people who right wonderful songs and put 
their heart and soul into them will continue to live on the breadline.  Ho 
hum, that's the way of the world...

More in sorrow than in anger,

Azeem in London

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