Well, my wife and daughter have convinced me that we simply have to have Josh Groban tickets. I’ve heard the buzz about this kid for the last year or two but remained firmly entrenched in my 70’s arena rock bubble. But after the unending pleading and the relentless diatribes from the women in my life I said “What the heck? and went ahead and picked up a few.
Since then I’ve beeen bombarded by pleas of”If you’re going you have to know the songs. Listen to this.” I must admit the kid can sing. Maybe it’s time I expanded my horizons and stopped trying to relive my headbanging days. Could Josh Groban tickets create a whole new me? Make me cut my hair? Throw away my patched bell bottoms and tie dyed T-shirt? Quit saying “Groovy?” Burn my videotapes of Charlie’s Angels and the Mod Squad? Could Josh Groban exorcise the screaming reeking I-Ching permanently engrained in my flower child medulla oblongata davida baby, don’t you know that I love you don’t you know that I’ll always be true brain tumour? Stay tuned for the rest of the story after the concert that threatens to undermine the master key of enlightnenment rips the comcert hall also ripping my beliefs and fortitude to jr]elly with baritone manna of the gods. Because you see, Josh is cute, the kind of cute that causes palpitations in the hearts of women from six to 66 and his voice has been scientifically proven to triple the estrogen levels of even geriatric womankind. Buy Josh Goban tickets and dream, dream, dream, dreeeuhm.Eric Drouant