So, Barnes and Noble has snippets of Josh Groban’s new CD out.  I really didn’t care that he is coming out with a new CD. 

At least, that is what I tell myself so that I can look in the mirror in the morning.  It’s not like I’d knock people over trying to be the first in line to get the special edition CD with the holiday ornament.  No.  I am far too composed for that sort of thing.  Besides, Christmas trees are against the rules here because they are flammable.  So I’d have to hang the ornament somewhere else.  Like on a life-sized Josh Groban cardboard cut out.  Which I totally don’t own.  Because they are probably pretty flammable too.  At least, in a house where Peter has ready access to a lighter.

In any case, early reviews (from me) mark this as perhaps the most powerful mix of marketing musical beauty ever to hit the shelves.  Josh Groban and the birth of Jesus?  That, right there, is pretty much what I’m all about.  If he were to throw in a Wesleyan resurrection hymn and a dramatic reading of a children’s book, I’d say he’d have me completely.  Crafty Warner Brothers.  You know me all too well.

I listened to 20 second of “The Little Drummer Boy” over and over again.  Upon hearing his Voice sing That Song, I vowed before God and the ancestors that I would finish my dissertation, write the great American novel and stop hunger, sickness and global warming in my lifetime.  However, Josh has also once again insisted on singing in French, something I wish he’d just stop.  I keep trying to get my friend Katherine (who lives in France) to like Josh.  This sort of nonsense is not helping.  Seriously, Groban.  Cut it out already.

There are three versions of the CD too, of course.  One with a “making of” DVD sold at Target (*cough Christmas present from brother-in-law cough*), one with an ornament, and a regular one.  These CDs don’t feature extra music, which is generally the only reason I preorder months in advance buy the special edition CDs.  So maybe I’ll skip the special ones this year.

Again, that is what I tell myself.  You know, for the mirror and all.