I LIKE to think of myself as a child of my generation - I listened to techno and electro in the 80s, indie and Brit pop in the 90s and even embraced hip hop and R&B in the 2000s.
So why would I want to spend a night listening to a group of men pretending to be American crooners Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Junior and Dean Martin? After all, their influence was pretty much eroded by the time I was born in 1979.
The answer is, because all of them were just so cool and as their continued rediscovery by each new generation has
proved, great music never dies - and neither does the memory of the singers who provided it.
I was able to overlook the sadly sparse stage in favour of the multi-talented band and the spot-on portrayal of three of Las Vegas's most legendary entertainers.
David Alacey not only looked like Frank but he had the drawl, the wit and boy could he nail a tune.
He did commit what I consider to be the cardinal sin of mixing up the words to My Way, but perhaps he could claim to be taking the title at face value.
Des Colman looked a little too young and smooth to be Sammy but again he made sure he owned every song. The audience got right behind him on hits such as Mr Bojangles and The Rhythm of Life.
Andrea Morrelli can be forgiven for slightly overplaying the alcohol-dependent aspect of Dean's personality because in everything else, from looks to voice, he was every inch the real deal.
The whole thing was a triumph, enhanced by a contribution from Lezlie Anders, who paid tribute to the work of the incredibly soulful Peggy Lee.
The second half was given over to her husband, pianist and singer Buddy Greco, who performed with the original Rat Pack during his own successful career.
I cannot claim to have liked everything he did, but that is a minor gripe, especially as the audience, most of whom were a lot older than me, clearly loved every minute.
We may never see such greats as Frank, Dean and Sammy again in our lifetime but the good news is that as long as such talented impersonators as these continue to exist, we may not need to.