I didn't expect "Frank" to look or sound like Frank, but to my surprise, he did. I didn't expect Sammy to look or sound like Sammy, but to my surprise, he did. And although Dean had only a passing resemblance to Deano, and his voice higher than Dean's, he had talent in his own right. It was close enough. It was as if all my recordings of the Summit, live in concert, had come to life in front of my eyes, and even if the timing of the jokes was from time to time a beat off, even if the clowning was on occasion a tad forced, even if- once or twice- there was a moment which pulled you from the 50s and reminded you that you were in the new millennium, I had a blast. It was so much infectious fun, listening to my favourite songs done with my favourite arrangements, sung by a voice who was close enough to The Voice- it was one huge party from start to finish!

And there was a moment... just one moment... when "Frank" finished singing "My Way"... and the crowd was silent... and the lights went down... and the orchestra tailed off... and "Frank" bowed his head...

At the moment I felt as if I knew how it felt to be at a real Sinatra concert. I was there, listening to the Man Himself, experiencing the magic of Frank Sinatra live. And that moment, that one magic moment, made it all worthwhile.