It was the Muppet Show that led me to Tony Bennett. Before that he was just a name, not even a face, a voice or a song, unlike Bing or Frank or Dean. I was never a fan of them; they were more like some natural background. They had always been there, and always would be. Well, nearly.
The Muppets have a lot to answer for, and most of it good. I trust people they introduced me to. So in the case of Tony Bennett, I have this visual memory of an old singer, standing in a telephone box. Don’t remember what he sang, but it must have been something that sounded OK. And the man obviously had a sense of humour.
I went out and bought a Tony Bennett greatest hits.
Valentine’s day, that dreaded time of year, offered a lot of Tony Bennett on BBC2. First 90 minutes of himself, and later on another 50 in the company of some of the other old men. Very nice evening.