The day Frank Sinatra died, I was walking down the street in Monterey, California, when I was asked by a TV news crew what I thought of Frank Sinatra. Without blinking, I said that I thought he was an overrated singer, and that Tony Bennett was the man. They then shoved the microphone in front of one of my traveling companions, a charming woman who gushed out, "Old Blue Eyes!" You can probably guess which of us actually appeared on the news that night.

But yes, Tony is the man, and Bill Evans is certainly a worthy musical partner. Apart from an occasional thump coming through the subwoofer, the sound is clean and clear.