Harry Connick, Jr.’s latest road show is a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll. Okay, it’s not quite akin to that musical variety show of yore. But it is reminiscent of a certain nearly forgotten prime-time television format, as noted by one reviewer of the second stop on the pianist, singer and sometime actor’s cross-country concert trek in support of the simultaneously released New Orleans tribute discs Oh, My Nola and the mostly instrumental Chanson du Vieux Carre.
It’s a lot of music and a little bit shucking and jiving, as the Crescent City native mixes impressive jazz-rooted keyboard workouts and bracing big-band blasts with carefully calibrated bits of expertly timed comedy and silky crooning that’s pointedly reminiscent of another screen-ready singer. Frankly, the disparate elements get along famously.