This story from the Minneapolis Star Tribune has lots of compliments for sure. But, honestly, Wayne Newton?? “More charisma?” Tom is “hammy?” A “bit of a parody of himself?”
On the other hand, the reviewer really did get the music and did see Sir Tom’s terrific sense of humor and the fact that the audience is meant to have a good time, but the show is a “hoot?”
He wrote as if he just didn’t get the show. Is this Tom Jones funny? Is he campy? Or should he be taken seriously? And, most important to this reviewer apparently was this burning question: If I write how much I liked the show and admire the guy, will people who aren’t fans laugh at me? So,though his review is on balance positive, seems like he was almost ashamed to say so. Too bad.
But, maybe we’re being oversensitive. He enjoyed the show and the performer and, likely, that’s enough. What do you think?
We’re posting this photo by Andrew Parsons of the AP again because (1) we like it and (b) it ran with the story in the paper.
Over-the-top Tom Jones is as good as it gets
CONCERT REVIEW: The 1960s heartthrob displayed his ageless panache at Mystic Lake. And the ladies loved it.
Jon Bream/Star Tribune/April 14, 2006
Tom Jones: The new British knight is still the object of bra- and panty-hurling from his female fans.
Tom Jones gets it.
Neil Diamond, 65, has a bigger catalog of hits and more songwriting acumen. Wayne Newton, 64, has larger-than-life charisma and more flash and flair in his show. But Jones, 65, has the shtick, the voice, the arrangements and the self-deprecating humor.
His 85-minute show Thursday night at Mystic Lake Casino was an absolute hoot. You could laugh with him and at him — he didn’t care as long as you were having a good time. Thanks to his humor, his hits, his hipster/camp cachet, his heartfelt interpretations of some unexpected tunes and the audience’s interaction with this hammy icon, it was a wonderfully memorable night.
Jones — actually Sir Tom Jones now, after being knighted last month by Queen Elizabeth — was a bit of a parody of himself, with his bug-eyed mugging, ageless bump-and-grinding, mincing gestures and timeless look of tight curly brown hair, diamond pinkie ring and open shirt, revealing a giant gold cross and hairy chest.
He still has that stentorian baritone, which he unleashed most effectively on country-blues-soul tunes, including Charlie Rich’s Who Will the Next Fool Be, Howlin’ Wolf’s Three Hundred Pounds of Joy (”200″ in Jones’ version), the oldie What Am I Living For and his 1969 hit I’ll Never Fall in Love Again.
The highlight was You Can Leave Your Hat On, during which Girls Night Out at Mystic Lake suddenly became Older Girls Gone Wild, as a nonstop parade of women (mostly in their 30s to 70s) danced to the lip of the stage and hurled bras and panties at Sir Tom. He mugged and winked and then sang Sex Bomb. He gets it, indeed.
(For those who are interested, here’s a photo from People of Tom with Wayne Newton that probably dates back, oh, 15 years. They both have ’staches now and, of course, TJ has a goatee. Thanks to Vince.)