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Extra notes and tidbits about my second youtube video on Il Divo at Nassau Coliseum, 2009.

I noticed it getting a ltitle cooler later in the concert stadium. Maybe it’s because I stopped moving. I did notice in my videos that there was a sheen of sweat on Urs’ face early in the concert, and that he stopped sweating later in the concert. Did they crank the A/C up for the singers? Something to consider.

I uploaded this video as I recorded it. Raw. No changes or edits. This is the first concert I attempted to record on my new digicam, a Canon Powershot 110IS. I know, I should have practised. While in movie mode, I attempted to zoom in closer. When I hit zoom again, it made the picture look bigger, but it’s just blowing up the existing pixels. So that’s why the picture looked really noisy halfway through this video. Lesson learned, zoom only once during recording. What I did do right, was that in lieu of trying to take stills in low concert light, just put it into movie mode, and extracted stills from it. The resolution isn’t as high since my max is 640×320, but better than my previous attempts at flashless photos.

While being checked through at the gate, the ticket-taker said that he was relieved this was such a well-behaved crowd. I checked the Coliseum listings and a week earlier, Bruce Springsteen and his E street band played there. It must have been quite raucous, compared to Il Divo fans.*

I arrived exactly on time 7:30, and the show didn’t start til around 8:00. I was expecting a warmup act. There was none. It was all Il Divo show. I also expected hoards of souvenir sellers in the Coliseum lobby. Maybe it was my bad timing, and they’d all packed up, but the only time I saw souvenir programmes sold, was in between acts.

After the concert, there were some goofy drivers on the road. I was stopped at the light and the guy behind me passes me on my right, to run a glaringly red light. Then there was a fender bender, on the road to the Merritt Parkway (did I name that right?). I stopped, the car behind me stopped, and the car behind him…did not…stop. I heard that horrendous thump of a car against car, and I didn’t feel anything. The car behind me did not hit me in a chain reaction. There go I by the Grace of God. That must have ruined at least two peoples’ evenings with Il Divo.

At my work, there’s a large sign about avoiding swine flu. In big bold letters “Avoid large social gatherings.” This concert was in Long Island, where a bunch of schools closed due to swine flu, or avoidance thereof. I saw not a single face mask in the crowd.

* note. Someone should write a book about the humorous observations ushers say about concerts. At a Josh Groban concert, during a bathroom break, an usher asked my hubby “Who is he, some kind of opera singer?” My hubby was dragged to that concert, so I don’t even know if he had the correct answer to the question.

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I’m watching the PBS Special “Hit Man, David Foster”. Great show, great guests, great music. Mr. Foster is brilliant and amazing.

Basically, I’m just counting the minutes til the other acts clear the stage because Josh Groban‘s going to appear.

Josh shows up, then he parks at the piano and starts to sing “Bridge over Troubled Water” and he introduces Brian McKnight. Great duet, but I wanted to hear The Voice sing solo.

The next number, is his signature song “You Raise Me Up”. He’s rarely sung that one publicly, recently. There’s something about the immediacy of a taped-first-airing of a performance (sarcasm there). Goosebumps and chills.

“When I am down and oh my soul so weary, when troubles come and my heart burdened be…”

“Mom”, says a voice from the other room.

“Leave me alone, I’m watching Josh!” I replied loudly.

“…I am strong when I am on your shoulders”. The stage lights reveal the chorus.

“Mom….” with greater urgency.

“It’s JOSH! Go away!!! Come back in 2 minutes.” I said with as much authoritativeness as I could project without sounding like the Fangirl disguised as a parent that I am. She knows better. This is a “Do Not Disturb unless someone is bleeding or the house is on fire” moment.

“YOU RAISE ME UP…” Josh is hitting those notes hard and loudly now.

She waves my credit card in front of my face. I nod “yeah, go ahead.”[Just stop bothering me while I’m experiencing the mysticism of a Josh Groban song.]

The next minute, she could have charged up a Cadillac and I would not have blinked an eye, or cared.

That song is an anthem.

The show ends, and the fervor has passed. Life is good. I log on, and in my spam folder is a note from Josh. Well, it was from his merchandising team. Their timing is spot on. They emailed it exactly during his performance.

The next time, I’m nailing the doors shut.


This idea had been rattling around in my head for quite some time now. “Broken Vow” wasn’t one of my favourite songs of either singer’s repertoire. It is sung in the singular voice, a story about the loss of love. I tend to like the more upbeat hopeful songs that Josh Groban sings. However, when I thought about the duet, it made a lot more sense. The idea of two people having a conversation about “what happened to us?”, reminds me, conceptually, of “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers.”

I like to dream, big. So here’s my fantasy:

Phone rings. Eve answers. Male voice on the other end identifies himself as Josh Groban. Eve lapses into semi-coma. Josh thanks her for her Youtube contribution and explains that he and Lara are in negotiations to perform the duet. Josh hangs up. Eve faints.

Shortly, after their song tops the charts, phone rings. Female voice with a lilting European accent identifies herself as Lara Fabian. Eve, used to this surreal oddity by now, chats amiably with Lara as if she were a long lost friend. Lara says she is going on tour and is looking for an opening act, someone to accompany her on the duet. Eve whips out her register of “talented and attractive male singers” and offers her a name.

Six months later, Lara Fabian and Dihan Slabbert are engaged in their whirlwind tour of Europe and North America. The tour culminates in a sold-out gig at Madison Square Garden. DIHAN achieves singular name recognition (ala “Celine”, “Prince”, “Bono” and “Shaq”), and becomes South Africa’s musical ambassador.

Back in the U.S., George Clooney proposes to Eve’s friend, Fran. Fran and George live in conjugal bliss. Shush! This is Eve’s fantasy!

Here’s the other scenario:
Phone rings. Eve answers. A male voice on the other end identifies himself as Josh Groban’s attorney. The attorney would like Eve to remove her Youtube video as it is a derivative work, formed in a manner that is unflattering to said client. Eve has a heart attack and lapses into semi-coma. Two minutes later, a stern female voice identifies herself as Lara Fabian’s lawyer, and would like for Eve to remove the Youtube, as it infringes on Lara’s copyright to the song and lyrics. Besides, Lara didn’t have enough lines in the virtual duet. Eve, in her semi-conscious state, manages to delete the Youtube.

Phone rings for a third time. Eve knocks it off the cradle, and punches “speakerphone.” The voice, in what sounds like a clipped Aussie accent, tells Eve that she is not to abuse the name of his client, Dihan, again. Eve tosses the keyboard in the trash, disconnects from the internet, and moves to Micronesia. She lives peacefully with 20 cats, selling hand-woven satchels to tourists.

Back in the U.S., George Clooney proposes to Fran. Fran and George live in conjugal bliss. There are always happy endings in a morality tale.