public, because the world deserves to hear about this.
This is one of the few times in my life when I have felt like an inarticulate and completely ineloquent human being. One of the few times when I've felt that the power of words could never be strong enough to convey the beauty of an experience.
I went to Montreal this weekend. I saw Josh Groban in concert. It was possibly the most incredible experience of my life. The albums are nothing compared to the real thing. I don't think words exist to do justice to his voice or to the music itself. Erin and I brainstormed how to tell people how phenomenal it was listening to him, watching him from the seventh row, but we never came up with an answer. The best we could do was: "Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." I cried multiple times. Full out tears streaming down my face.
In honor of Josh I changed all my user pics. The whole three of them. Don't worry, in a month or so, when I get over my awe of that performance, I'm sure I'll change them back to something less twelve year old fangirl. But what can I say? He is talented and gorgeous and charming and has perfect hair. Not to mention impeccable pinstripe pants. No man will ever live up to Josh.
It kills me that I can't relay to people how orgasmic and moving the concert was. Although, I did come to a quite appropriate realization in the middle of his show: Life will never be beautiful enough to imitate music. Perhaps that sounds skeptical and depressing. But I don't mean it that way. At all.
I went to Montreal this weekend. I saw Josh Groban in concert. It was possibly the most incredible experience of my life. The albums are nothing compared to the real thing. I don't think words exist to do justice to his voice or to the music itself. Erin and I brainstormed how to tell people how phenomenal it was listening to him, watching him from the seventh row, but we never came up with an answer. The best we could do was: "Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." I cried multiple times. Full out tears streaming down my face.
In honor of Josh I changed all my user pics. The whole three of them. Don't worry, in a month or so, when I get over my awe of that performance, I'm sure I'll change them back to something less twelve year old fangirl. But what can I say? He is talented and gorgeous and charming and has perfect hair. Not to mention impeccable pinstripe pants. No man will ever live up to Josh.
It kills me that I can't relay to people how orgasmic and moving the concert was. Although, I did come to a quite appropriate realization in the middle of his show: Life will never be beautiful enough to imitate music. Perhaps that sounds skeptical and depressing. But I don't mean it that way. At all.