Constantine Maroulis, enduring sex magnet

That's true ... what's the point of the story? If we're supposed to gawk at his fall from grace, car crash style, then I wasn't feeling it. He's conceited, self-centred, and likes hitting on girls at clubs. So are a lot of people. He's hardly a burnout, and his life just isn't interesting enough to warrant that "day in the life of ..." treatement. Either that, or the story was just too boring to make me care about his semi-fame. I can't imagine that even his biggest fans would be interested in reading about ... uh, ordinary people doing ordinary everyday shit.

It's growing pains as the Voice adjusts to what its new wagemasters conceive as magazine-style journalism.

At one point, I think the Voice would have recognized that being in a Broadway show = HUGE, AWESOME, FUCKING ENORMOUS DEAL to pretty much any performer on Earth, especially someone trained in musical theatre at a conservatory (like Constantine was).

There are a lot of things that the Voice doesn't recognize now.

Dan's (OTM) comment notwithstanding, why did he agree to the article in the first place? How does someone agree to what anyone knows is going to be an utter and complete hatchet job? Is he delusional enough to think the Village Voice would pay for a puff piece about him?

The bit about the cel phones is comedy gold.

As, to answer your least question: probably (I imagine that's why he agreed to the story.)

Ash, to answer your least question: probably (I imagine that's why he agreed to the story.)

You have to remember that this is a classically-trained crooner who thinks he's a rock and roll bad-ass; "delusional" is pretty high up on the charts. Pat Benetar totally embraces her classical past to the point of parody while Constantine would have liked for everyone to think he came solely form the garage band scene rather than Boston Conservatory.

It gets funnier the more you think about it.

Why can't someone write a piece like this about Ruben?