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Thursday, May 21
YOU REALLY CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP, FOLKS: NAMEDROPPING ALERT BONANZA
So last night I was at B_e-n F/olds' (crypted to avoid being googleable) LA show where I was assigned for work/feature writing class final to cover a university a capella contest to take place on stage before F/olds' set.
As I'm talking to scores of collegiate glee club kids ready for their 15 minutes of sing-a-F/olds-cover fame, I figured I'd exploit the shit out of my all access pass to hopefully meet the man himself and maybe get some words from him. It'd be the fourth time I'd meet him, but this time professionally as opposed to fanboy slobberdom. I was still nervous.
But I run into--and this is where it starts getting weird--Sara Bareilles in a small room backstage. There was this awkward silence at first then I'm, like, "Wtf are you doing here." (but not verbatim, obviously) And she was, all, like, "I'm MCing the competition. I also was in the UCLA group years back."
And, as we're talking about her college vocal jazz heyday--and this is where it gets even more weird--Ben motherfucking Folds walks into this tiny room with--and this is where it gets REALLY weird--Josh Groban!?
So there I was, wondering how the fuck I went from covering a glee club competition to ending up in a tiny room with I'm-not-gonna-write-you-a-love-song, we-can-be-heavy-underground and YOU-RAISE-ME-UPPPPPPPPP.
I wouldn't even call it starstruck; it's more like those dreams that you have when you're really trashed one night. "Brah, check this out, I dreamt I was totally shootin' the shit with that one girl, that one other guy with the song, and Josh fuckin' Groban. Trip!" The surreal levels were off the fucking radar, and, I swear, the whole time I was trying to figure out how these three artists had anything to do with each other.
Well, apparently they're all buddy-buddies 'n shit, so I suppose that's reason enough. But, really, you just can't make this shit up. Josh--you know, we're obviously on first name basis already--gave me one of the best interviews I've had in my press run in the past 20 months. He's a phenomenal speaker when it comes to the topic of music and music philosophy. I suppose he was just glad someone was asking him questions about his craft as opposed to, like, which chick he's boning at the moment. I am a fan of Josh Groban now.
Not his music, though. It still blows.