New songs in the American Songbook
MUSIC–coming soon!
Nick Amato is a crooner in the old sense of the word. He sings the way a well-cut suit fits: easy, precise, and without unnecessary movement. Born and raised in the kind of neighborhood where the bars still have stools and the lights stay low, he came up listening to the records that never left the jukebox: Sinatra, Dino, Bennett, and the quieter hours of the American Songbook.
He doesn’t chase volume or spectacle. His voice sits in the middle of the room, warm and unhurried, the kind that makes a crowded lounge feel like a private conversation. On stage he wears a tuxedo the way other men wear a jacket and tie, loosened at the collar with the bow tie undone once the set finds its pace. He lets the songs do most of the talking. The rest is posture, timing, and the occasional dry aside.
His debut album, After Hours, is a late-night collection of standards and originals that live in the space after the last set: empty glasses, low lights, and the things left unsaid. It is the sound of a man who knows when to stay seated and when to tip his hat. New songs in the American Songbook tradition.
Nick Amato does not explain himself. He just sings, and the room leans in.