When I tell people I like Josh Groban I usually get one of two responses. The first being, "Really?! I wouldn't have guessed." Which makes me wonder, what would you have guessed? And the second being, "Who's Josh Groban?" For those of you who would have answered the second; you bite your tongue! You bite your tongue and bleed! Who is Josh Groban? Josh Groban is a golden-voiced angel sent down from heaven to deliver platinum albums unto us! That's who Josh Groban is!
By now you can probably tell that I reeeeally like this guy's music. Well, I do. And don't you f*cking forget it! So you can probably imagine my elation when back in the waning days of winter I happened to hear a commercial advertising that his latest tour was making a stop at Conseco Field House in Indy. As the commercial played I turned to see my husband staring blankly at the TV screen with a look of pure dread creeping across his face. Oh yeah, he knew what was going down.
When the commercial ended I didn't even have to ask, he turned, sighed and said "I'll buy you tickets." Take notes people as this is the proper response to this and all situations like it. And buy he did. 2 floor level seats not even 50 feet from the stage.
I decided that since most people my age that I know of (save for Emanuela) aren't really into his music I decided to give my mom the other ticket for Mother's Day.
So fast forward a few months and it's concert time!
Our seats were, like I said, on the floor about 50 feet from the main stage right on the aisle. Behind us about 10 feet was a second stage which I thought was the sound stage where the audio tech would be mixing. I was wrong. The concert started and the house lights dimmed and we were all staring at the front stage waiting for him to appear like the great and mysterious (and rather goofy looking) musical god he is. Suddenly there were screams and cheers coming from behind us. We turn around and holy shit! There he is, not 10 feet from me on the "sound" stage playing a piano like a mother f*cking boss!
The quality of the concert itself quickly exceeded my already high expectations and in a matter of moments I was a swooning little... pardon the term... Grobanite. One thing I was not expecting during the concert was for him to be so personable with the crowd. Most of the concerts I've been to the performer may occasionally talk to the crowd once or twice but Josh regularly chatted with his audience throughout the whole show and by the time it was over it wasn't so much a concert but an evening hanging out with Josh Groban where he sang some songs every so often. And that, my friends, is not a complaint.
A couple items of note-- His voice quality live is flawless. He sounds just as good if not better than on his recordings. So many artists these days doll up their voice in the studio or distort it with that vomitous creation known as "auto tune" that when they are live they sound horrible. Not here. This guy is 100% genuine and as the title states, will murder you with his glorious angel voice. If there were angels they would all sound like him....even the girl ones.
He likes to wander around in the crowd which was wonderful for me since I was so close to the stage and right on the aisle. There were a couple times he walked right by me smiling and waving and thanking everyone for coming out and was mere inches from me. It took all my restraint not to be "that girl" and clobber him with my adoration. Instead I just smiled as wide as my face would let me and applauded with the rest of the crowd as he walked by. Now just a few rows up from me was a little 6-year-old girl. At one point he stopped to talk to her and she said he was her favorite singer. He asked "Would you like to come up on stage with me?" and she shook her head and replied in an adorably bashful voice, "NNnnnnooooo." "Well would you come up on stage with me if your mommy came too?" he asked. Mommy is holding her daughter frantically nodding and saying "Yes, yes, yes!" unfortunately the child's response was still "Nnnoooo." and he said "Well okay, but if you change your mind you tell me." The child did not at any point change her mind, much to her mother's dismay I am sure.
His show is just flashy enough to accentuate his vocal performance. There were no fancy pyrotechnics, to super crazy lasers, no gigantic jumbo tron in the background, just a white set piece that was meant to resemble ancient ruins upon which a tech would project various background images (like the Brooklyn Bridge when he sang Bells of New York City). That's it. Just him, his mini orchestra and the wall. It was a nice touch but not distracting. And he is funny. Seriously, if ever the singing doesn't work out for him he could continue on as a stand up comic and be just as successful. He can also play the drums. I was aware of his magnificence on the piano but drums too? Funny, sings, plays piano AND drums... what will you do next Mr. Groban? This:http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lliy9z1ENE1qbl3l5o1_400.gif
Sweet jebus man! All you need to do is bake me a cake and I'll be yours forever.... whether you want me or not. And I've already cleared this with Ben. He's fine with it so long as Josh pays our bills.
I was also amazed at the variety of people in the crowd. Honestly I was expecting just a bunch of old ladies but I was wrong. People of all ages where there. Just behind me were 3 young men who were likely in their early 20's (and no they were not there with their girlfriends), there were old couples, entire families with kids as young as six (like I mentioned earlier) and teenagers! Groups of teenaged girls! I kid you not. They swarmed the souvenir stand and bought Groban T-shirts by the arm load! I did not buy a shirt... I feel that's a little silly to walk around with his face plastered to my chest......................... I bought a tote bag instead and yes I am carrying it now.
My biggest concern of the night though, was that my mom had a good time. And I am most happy to say she did. She, to my surprise, had never been to a concert before so I am happy that this was her first one. He sang her favorite song, 'You Raise Me Up', as part of his encore performance and she was thankfully able to hear and understand him. (My mom is deaf and needs hearing aids) On our way home when I asked if she could hear him she said "Yeah, most of the time. But some of his songs, I could hear him sing but I didn't understand what he was saying... Like that song with all the heavy drum beats..." I paused and thought, "Well, that song was in Portugese." "Oooooh well that explains that."
It was a great night and an unforgettable concert. And when he comes back to Indy you'd better believe I'll be buying tickets.