Dear Michael Buble,
You are not Frank Sinatra. You will never be Frank Sinatra. You will never be close to being Frank Sinatra. You will never be close to being close to being Frank Sinatra. Do not try to deny that you are a Sinatra wannabe. I saw you on Graham Norton’s show and you’re totally ripping off The Chairman of the Board himself. The way you try that “singing to one member of the audience” actually just looks creepy. Frank really made each audience member feel like they were being treated to a private performance. You, on the other hand, look like an attention-starved camera whore.
You don’t have Sinatra’s talent, either. Moreover, I don’t know that I’ve seen any discernible talent emanate from your oddly arranged face. Your deep voice is obviously the product of voice lessons. You will never have the God-given, melodious, and heavenly sound that Frank Sinatra had.
Therefore, Mr. Buble, on behalf of all people whom you nauseate every time you take the stage, please cease and desist your subpar efforts to achieve some sort of pseudo legend status because, last time I checked, you haven’t done anything. You especially haven’t come close to being Frank Sinatra. You are nothing but a cheap Sinatra imitation, in my opinion. Why don’t you dust off the old fishing rod and head back up north of the border.
There will never be another Frank Sinatra-and you’re certainly proof of this.
Cheers and Regards