I couldn't let the moment pass without marking the passing of two legends in their own way, although their lives couldn't be too much further apart.
Andy Williams was the most effortless of crooners, a man who conquered a song by stealth and won it over before it knew what had happened. Not as bombastic as Sinatra, more connected than Dino, Williams knew he was no Elvis (although they wanted him to be at first), but he knew that being himself was all he needed to be. Those peerless high notes, perfect phrasing and constant twinkle in the eye told you that he really meant it.