America’s new favorite grandson and Hawaii’s most popular export since Barack Obama (or, if you’re a Republican, Dog the Bounty Hunter), Mars strikes me as a kind of cross between, like, Justin Timberlake and Josh Groban, but less subversive. His innocuous pop-reggae-R&B amalgam is perfectly pitched for Glee and Leno viewers alike. And he cites icons along the lines of Little Richard, Michael Jackson and Elvis Presley among his influences.
I like Little Richard, Jacko and Elvis. A lot. So then why doesn’t Bruno Mars’ music speak to me? My parents tell me he’s very talented, they loved him on SNL, so I know it’s not a genetic thing. And clearly, given his growing mantle of Grammys, Moon Men and other gilded accolades, Bruno Mars kicks ass and the BFD is just lost on me, the Elvis fan. Perhaps it’s just one of those things you have to experience live to fully understand, like Les Savy Fav or Lightning Bolt. I may just have to hit up this Bridgestone gig to see for myself. See you there?
The show is part of Mars' Moonshine Jungle Tour, proving the singer is probably good with Mid Libs. Ticket info and other details are TBA, but you can already RSVP.