Oh what a night!
Frankie Valli is still rocking at the ripe old age of 81.
And so was the crowd of nearly 5,000 at the Genting Arena last night.
His distinctive falsetto tone was still a wonder to behold more than 50 years since the Four Seasons lit up the world with Cherry.
The Rock and Roll Hall of Famer may have slowed a little on stage, but that is more than made up for with that sound - his sound.
On stage he was warm, charming and never afraid to make fun of himself.
The night was a real crowd pleaser with all the hits that have made the Jersey Boys a Broadway, West End, and Hollywood success.
Crowd favourites such as Big Girls Don't Cry,Walk Like A Man, and of course, December 63 (Oh What A Night) brought the house down.
Personal favourites included his rendition of My Girl by the Temptations and Ben E King's Spanish Harlem.
But the best of the night was an emotive and wistful arrangement of Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You.
Without a doubt, the phenomenon which is the Jersey Boys is giving Valli the opportunity to fill concert venues across the world and to acquaint himself with fans old and new.
He has a remarkable personal story from being raised in a rough New Jersey neighbourhood to becoming a global mega star with the guys he grew up with.
He loves to perform, and as we are led to believe, he is just like the 'bunny on TV with the battery' - he keeps going and going and going.
In all, the show spanned two hours with a set of brilliant brass musicians, a top saxophonist, guitarists, drummer, and four young backing singers with the envious task of supporting the legend.
Valli liked speaking to his audience - and made his displeasure of some of the world's 'elected leaders' known.
He's no fan of Obama. He's no fan of high taxes. And he's no fan of conflict.
But politics aside, a musical master was at work.
He says he has no plans to stop and told us he wants to come back again every year.
As long as he has health on his side and the energy to do himself justice, we should not be surprised.
Because like him, we were left Beggin' for more.
By Rob Golledge