It’s coming down to the wire on The Voice, and Josiah Hawley is proving to be a skilled tightrope walker.
Forget the perfect hair, the mega-watt smile and corn-fed good looks. Wait, what the bleep am I thinking? Don’t forget any of that. Just know there’s much more. Much, much more. I know because I met the guy 100 years ago in 2011. The scene is South Beach, Miami. I’m in town for this or that and bring my camera along in case Next needed test shots done of their elite models. Two women show up. Where’s my guy? Turns out Joe Shmoe is replaced by a model named Josiah Hawley. But we’ll get to History later.
It became clear in the beginning of the competition that Hawley had the goods everyone wanted in their shopping cart. Being stretched like freshly made taffy between Adam Levine and Usher is not a shabby way to be pulled. And despite Levine’s mad-man-crush on the future Rolling Stone cover-man-boy, Usher ran off with the Über-Tall-Cool-Drink-of-Water and mane envy that is Hawley.
Even country boy competitor Blake Shelton had to concede that Josiah Hawley needs to quit his day job. America’s [new] Voice will not be simmering on the back burner. Oh, no, no, no. Modeling is in the past — stadiums full of cheering fans need to be attended to, after all. Because that’s what rock stars do.
The great thing about The Voice is that the show is about the voice. Imagine that. From what I can tell as a brand-new viewer, the audience isn’t filled in on the artists’ backstories; their battles with car accidents or killer bees. Who’s bringing it and who left it at backstage is what it’s about. No “dramatic” pauses. No bleached-blonde-and-then-dark-again beauty-pageant hosts leading us into unnecessary, predictable cliff-hangers. Bonus: The Voice judges don’t threaten to cut each other! That nonsense show flew the coop, jumped the shark, and was dealt with years ago when AI refused to pay a woman the same amount of money as a man. It came back and bit the “Idol” folk in their nether regions just like everyone knew it would. Turns out “Idol” wasn’t crazy like a fox but crazy like Fox.
So the backstory on Josiah Hawley is that he’s affable to the nth degree and can sing circles around all of those “phenomena de jours.” What you see is what you get. For real. True character is shown when you think nobody is noticing.
There will be no 15 minutes. I predict other 15s. 15 million fans. 15 gold records. 15-year-old girls who will propose marriage and other things. 15 pairs of panties a night thrown Hawley’s way from overzealous soccer moms. You get the idea.
And remember. I told you so.