He did, as I recall. It was a show that also had his real-life father in it, who was also a lounge singer. His acting talent left a little to be desired, but his singing talent was just fine.
Jack Jones was one of a lost breed of all-around “entertainers” who flourished in the 1950s and 60s and had careers that stretched over decades. We have few people like that today.
At that time, there was a sharp divide between “Top 40” radio stations and “Middle-of-the-Road” radio stations. Top 40 stations focused on teens and young adults, while MOR stations targeted people who were in their 30s and above. Performers like Jack Jones were the staple of MOR stations and occasionally crossed over to score a Top 40 hit. Artists like Mr. Jones (and Ray Conniff and Percy Faith and Herb Alpert and dozens of others) sold millions of records over long periods of time and were often bigger stars than the “one hit wonders” elsewhere on the radio dial.
I lived in a small Midwest town, and Friends and Lovers was unavoidable on the radio. That, and Dreams of the Everyday Housewife. I’d fire both songs into the sun if I could. How I hated them.
Even back in the day, we high school kids mocked “Wives and Lovers” mercilessly! We thought it was SO stupid anc cringey… I can’t help but think of ‘Mad Men’ - poor Betty Draper waiting for her man to come home from that office of women and ‘men will always be men’. Lotta good being a trophy wife did her!
The story I was told (under the category “What a Jerk Louis B. Mayer in the Dewey Decimal System) about his father Allan was that Nelson Eddy had gotten big-headed, whereas Mayer only needed a singing male mannequin for Jeannette MacDonald. Alan Jones filled in for one movie, and Nelson Eddy came back to eat crow, but did gain one concession: Alan Jones had to be kicked off the lot.
There was a sort of second tier of singers like Jack Jones, Vic Damone, Al Martino, etc. who were all over the TV variety shows. They weren’t up there with Tony Bennett or Sinatra but they weren’t bad either.
I have a Jack Jones story-- I actually saw him perform live.
It was the 80s. I was putting myself through college working as a food and beverage cashier in the hotel inside Detroit’s Renaissance Center. It held a lot of conventions that hosted musical acts, and I’d often work drink ticket sales (they didn’t trust the bartenders with cash, so people would have to buy drink tickets from me first).
So I got to see several former Vegas or Broadway singers perform. And many of them were not happy to be at a point in their career where they were working some anonymous convention for dentists or whatever in Detroit, Michigan (I also have an unhappy Andrea McArdle story I’ve told on this board a couple times).
So Jones comes on stage and is disappointed in the quality of the stage setting, including a beat-up old piano the hotel supplied. He starts out by telling a story of playing a gig in some one-horse hick town where they said “if you want, Mr. Jones, we’ll paint the piano for you!”. He pauses for comedic effect, to let the idea settle in that painting a piano is a ridiculous idea.
“Well this piano…” he says… “could use a paint job!”
I think of him as a journeyman singer, skilled, but without a lot of personality to give his recordings or performances something extra (I say this never having seen him perform live). He always struck me as the type to perform in 2nd-tier venues in Las Vegas, and that he would appeal mostly to older folks, even when he was pretty young and doing contemporary songs.
Hell, they were pretty squiffy at the time. At least I thought so, at the ripe age of 14. My mother worked full-time and did all the cooking, laundry, and most of the other housework. If anyone had said those words to her, I think she would have slugged them.