By and large I would describe myself as a pretty respectful concert goer. I try not to sing along loudly or smoke enormous amounts of marijuana in other patrons’ visages. So it’s surprising that the one concert I was almost kicked out of for disturbing the peace was a Josh Groban concert. I don’t know what excited my friends and I so, causing us to take vodka shots and vomit all over the Verizon Center. Was it when Josh hit the high note in “You Raise Me Up,” or perhaps when he brought a tear to the eyes of the crowd with his moving version of “Weeping” with Ladysmith Black Mambazo And Vusi Mahlasela.
Since then, I have really had a deep affection for Josh, especially his Christmas album. The man is like an angel trapped in the body of a hobgoblin. His voice is from the heavens! I have been listening to it non-stop since mid-November, even putting his entire Noel album on my marathon playlist. Most people would want to run to something upbeat, maybe something that doesn’t fall under “adult-contemporary classic,” but not me. I ran miles 18-21 listening to Josh croon “Jesus, Joy of Man’s Desiring,” and “What Child is This.” And I haven’t stopped listening since.
99 percent of the reason I listen to Josh is because his voice is poperatic bliss, the other one percent is because he is the nicest man alive. I was lucky enough to interview him once and instead of telling me to suck it, like John Cougar Melonhead did, he answered my trillions of questions with so much feeling I almost cried. The only thing better would have been if he sung the answers.
As I write this there are exactly nine minutes left of Christmas and I might start to lose my marbles and wrap myself in leftover ribbons and mistletoe as a protest. But I had a fantastic Christmas, just me, my loved ones, and the Grobanator. What more could a girl ask for?
To some people Josh might look like a friendly silken-voiced hobbit, but to me he's like Brad Pitt in his glory days! A hunk of crooning man!
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Tags: Christmas, Josh Groban, vodka, voice of an angel, vomit
This is wonderful! I’m so entertained I just want to read it over and over again. Thank you for making my day a little bit brighter.