He has fantastic pipes AND fantastic hair. My knees: Jelly.
I buy my wife anything John Groban releases on CD. It soothes her and keeps her from realizing what a piece of shit I really am, if but for a day or two. I also buy her every Jill Scott CD but I want that woman to be teleported into the center of the Earth where it is too hot to sustain her life essence. Jill Scott is pestilence in human form and I hope her skin and skeleton fly off.
There are a few singers/bands who make me grumpy immediately upon hearing their voices: Counting Crows. Michelle Branch. Natalie Merchant. Yoko Ono. Sting. Louis Armstrong [I don’t give a fuck about your emotional connection to the guy, his Muppet voice is OVERPLAYED]. Lenny Kravitz. Many more.
Josh Groban was getting there for me. He was technically amazing, hard to dispute. But he was bland. Boring. An evil to endure on the road to matrimonial bliss…
Then I heard the interview/concert he performed for XM Radio and realized he’s awesome. Well-spoken. Interesting. Self effacing. Talented. Does a great cover of Simon & Garfunkel’s America.
And that hair…
So, yeah. He’s great. His speaking voice is rather soft and light and then he sings and my subwoofer goes to Hell for reinforcements.
Either I’m growing as a man or shrinking into a girl. Either way, I am going to have my hands all over myself.
- Nick Nunziata can win a looking contest with Andrea Bocelli.
And now… a Mary Worth War Strip from the vault…
All apologizes to the creators of the strip. This intended as parody only and not an attempt to be the best thing ever.