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If you have never read a blog, stick with me here. If you have, you can skip ahead. Blog is shorthand for web-log. They are akin to diaries or journals, but instead of being on paper, are online. I have read many and, despite the different styles and intelligence levels, one over riding similarity is that the majority of them are written in an angsty style.

This blog parody is NOT fan fic. To me, most fan fic puts the protagonist in a purely speculative situation. That’s been/is being done already here and the writers have put Josh in some very interesting scenarios. (vampires, anyone?) This blog aims to describe a real possible day, written with plenty of artistic license, in that nails-on-the-chalkboard style so reminiscent of the real thing.

One Final Note: This is purely a work of fiction. These blogs are not written by Josh Groban, or any member of his team or family.

9/3/03

A New York Minute...er...Month - blog style

So, I’m moving out. To New York City, on a temporary basis. Starting rehearsals big time for this Chess concert- performance-fundraiser thingy that’s happening in a few weeks. I’ve been learning the music for months, of course, but not much of it is in solo song form. Lots of duets and group numbers, so we need to be together for a few days to work on it if we plan on rockin’ the place down. Which I do, at least. And will.

I like New York. It suits me. I blend in well with the crowds and the city’s energy level is like mine. And the hours I keep are perfect there. I can go out prowling…um….I mean, just out…late at night and everything is still open. LA is open late too, of course, but not so much. Extra cool this time cuz I’m living with just Romano for a while. Could be strange. Brian will be in and out and of course the WBR flacks will check up on me from time to time, but mostly, just me and Romano. We get along great, although you wouldn’t catch me dead in some of those clothes he wears. Hello? Yellow pants? Hee. Not a frickin’ chance!

Yeah, so clothes – all packed. Easy. Jeans times 4. Black sweaters times 5. Black t-shirts times 6. Shoes times 2. That’s about it. Oh yeah. And the suit; white shirt, tie and all. Jeez, I hate that. We already shipped out boxes of bigger things. I sent one of my portable keyboards, cuz I get itchy if I don’t play for awhile. And hand weights. Gotta keep the guns loaded. Left the car keys behind, since the car stays parked. For a month. Damn, I’ll miss it and vice versa. I make that car look good.

No frickin’ idea where I’m staying. I was probably told but that’s not stuff I ever remember. I’ll see it when I get there. Mom knows, I’m sure. Hee. Who am I kidding? She probably already has the phone number on speed dial. Leave a message, everyone. Cuz I’m OUT.

8/26/03

Idle Hands Are The Devil's Workshop - blog style (which seems to have been coined by the Puritans)

So I’ve been doing nothing lately. Well, ok, not exactly nothing, because I’m not good at that. Too Type A, I guess. Although I’m very good at being lazy, even while busy. That’s what my mom says, anyway. So maybe it’s more correct to say I’ve been relaxing lately. That isn’t rilly easy for me either. Trouble can ensue.

So I need to stay busy. And I did get busy. As it were. As often as possible. Eh, never mind.

It just kinda happened that there wasn’t a lot to do. The wrap up stuff for the cd is slowly but surely getting finished. No personal appearances scheduled. And the next big thing is a month off. Working every day with Romano, hard, but a lot of the rest of the day has been mine to waste. Weird.

One thing I did was catch up on all those movies I never get a chance to see. I rented 8, 10 of them at a time and had marathon watching sessions. With much popcorn. Ummm, buttery goodness. The guy at the video store looked at my huge pile of videos and gave me this look like, “Man, you are a pathetic loser.” And I returned that with a “Oh yeah? At least I’m just renting them. I don’t WORK here, loser.” look. And smiled. Hee. Much can be said with just the eyes and I’m not above sayin it.

I am trying to get out of the city for a little bit. A couple days in the woods or something could be good times. I know what I’m doing out there. Why does no one believe that? Just cuz I don’t look some lumberjack, or something. Jeez. Who wants to? But, yeah, I went to camp, y’know, as a kid. Many times. Beads, honor sticks, hiking, canoeing, blah blah blah….been there, done all that. Ok, it wasn’t my favorite time of life, except maybe for the dirt. Boys love that. And starting fires. No frickin’ idea why, but I’m a natural pyro. Give me two sticks and I’ll start you a fire anywhere. It’s a gift.

And the being in nature part is pretty soul-restoring. I’ll take all of that I can get, considering what’s up ahead for the next, oh, year. Nonstop work about to kick off. And the chance to do nothing won’t come around again for a long time. Which in a sorry kind of way actually makes me very happy.