Groban is with-it enough that he ought to be able to listen to “You Raise Me Up” and go, “Hey, my song huffs mad doo,” but still he persists in lame-o schlock for boring people. It’s tough to reconcile, like when MTV would do specials where they rode around in Blink 182’s van: at first you think, Wow, I could totally hang out with these hombres, but then they play a clip of their music and you remember why you’ve been calling in bomb threats to all their concerts.
On the other hand, he seems like a genuinely cool, funny, self-aware and handsome guy. It’s almost adorable that something could still suck so quaintly in the 21st century. It sucks in the plainest and most classic way it Michael Bolton sucks it Celine Dion sucks. Actually, just one contradiction: his music, in the jargon of serious criticism, sucks. – Charles Mingus’ Secret Eggnog Recipe Will Knock You on Your Ass – 30 Facts About Ke$ha Gleaned From Her New Book My Crazy Beautiful Life I’m not in his demographic either, but for some reason I find Josh Groban fascinating. My guess is that Josh Groban fans stick to the Missing Child Prayer Alert/My Google Won’t Download corners of the web.
I’m not exactly sure what the Josh Groban demographic is, but I’m almost certain it doesn’t involve reading blogs, or knowing what they are. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that you, dear reader, are probably not in the Josh Groban demographic.
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