For years, one of the best-kept secrets in Las Vegas was a guy named Bob Anderson — a singing impressionist who played all the hotels with uncanny carbons of Dean, Frank, Sammy and (the part I liked best) several performers who no one else does. I mean, how often do you hear someone mimic Mel Tormé? Or The Righteous Brothers? Or Otis Redding? He had an amazing act full of such folks…and he still has that act, though he now does it more commonly in Branson, Missouri. Since I never get to Branson, it's my loss.
Our link today is to a little promotional film for Mr. Anderson. It runs a bit over eight minutes and it doesn't get into the impressions until the mid-point…and with all due respect to whoever assembled this, I think he's better than some of the examples here. But still, as you'll see, he's pretty darn good. Maybe one of these days, someone in Vegas will have the brains to lay a big, long-term contract on the guy and I can go see him again when I travel there. In the meantime, this will have to suffice…
