Jac’s reflection on Jason — I might ramble a little …

20 Aug

I bought the standing-room only seats. When a beloved musician is playing, and you know what he does to you, standing-room only is the only way to go.

Blurry Jason is better than no Jason, right?

Blurry Jason is better than no Jason, right?

If you’ve at all kept up with Snap, Crackle, Pop, or even if you just scroll down a little to see the titles of some recent posts, you’ve figured out that I went to a Jason Mraz concert on Tuesday. Jason Mraz is hands-down my favorite musician in the history of ever. This would be my third concert, and I knew I wanted to be as close as I could.

In the teeny mosh pit of the mostly barely-past-puberty crowd, my friend Michelle and I upped the median age by a substantial amount. No matter. What bothered me was these teeny boppers’ demeanor. Most of the crowd stood still, arms crossed, watching the concert — even the two rail thin gals who looks as though they spent two hours with their hair straighteners and wore mirror hats of the fedoras preferred by Mr. Mraz. Barely moved.

Maybe they were concerned about bumping into their neighbors. We were very cozy like sardines. But … dude, that comes with the ticket, and it certainly didn’t keep this gal from moving. I wonder if everyone around me hated me?

Certain music just does something to me, and when that music is performed live, all bets are off. I realized that for much of the show, my eyes were closed, and I danced. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t lift my feet for fear of stomping on someone next to me. It didn’t matter that one arm was always clamped around my purse to keep from goosing anyone with it. I danced, and I have no clue how. I wasn’t aware of moving — I only know that I moved, if that even makes sense. If it does, congratulations. If it doesn’t, then you haven’t been properly moved by music yet.

Clearly, I stood out. At one point toward the end of the concert, I opened my eyes to see all the horns and woodwinds had moved to the front of the stage and were jammin’ in the forefront. I noticed the sax player staring at me. I was maybe four or six people deep, so I was pretty sure he wasn’t looking at anyone around me. I threw my hands in the air and waved, scrunching my nose. Yes, bald man with the gorgeous eyes, I see you.

At the end of the concert, Jason joined hands with everyone in his band, forming a red-rover kind of line. They bowed, low, long. They stood up. Mr. Sexy Sax Man looked right at me and waved. He pointed at me. He scrunched his nose. He waved again. I nodded and laughed and screamed. Yes, Mr. Sexy Sax Man, I see you.

I am very excited :) Note the pretty Graditude Cafe banner up top.

I am very excited 🙂 Note the pretty Graditude Cafe banner up top.

That was probably one of the highlights of the concert, which is definitely saying something for a show that was full of them. My top three:

  • For his encore, Jason came out with his two opening acts, G Love and K’Naan. They freestyled over “Curbside Prophet.” It was glorious. I had never heard K’Naan before his opening set, and he’s incredible. The man was born in Somalia, and he’s finding pretty decent success and a musician in the States. He’s definitely worth a listen. It wasn’t just him that made the set, though. It was the simple fact that Mraz pulled everyone out and let them play and build off one another.
  • “Beautiful Mess.” It’s a song that has especial emotional pull on me. I bought “We Dance. We Sing. We Steal Things.” a week or two after a pretty bad break-up, and the first time I listened to the album, I was lying in bed with my headset. “Beautiful Mess” is the final song on the album. As I listened to it, I cried like a teenager. Hearing that song live brought that back. I kept back the teenager tears, thank God, but there was some definite moisture. In a fancy miracle of the cosmos, Mraz moved from the song into a call-and-respond of the line “Everything’s gonna be all right.” They say timing’s everything. Jason’s timing was everything.
  • I would imagine playing the same songs night in and night out — especially those tunes that get massive radio play — has got to be exhausting. At the concert, Jason changed up “The Remedy.” He made it reggae and gave it a slow groove. It was like a different song. It just … worked.

He blogged about his time at the Indiana State Fair. I love the story about Deborah Batz. Read it.

Then scroll down to the wide-angle shot of the crowd. I’m in there somewhere.

It better not be another four years until my next Mraz concert.


One Response to “Jac’s reflection on Jason — I might ramble a little …”

  1. Aaron August 20, 2009 at 9:59 pm #

    I could have been laying nose to nose with the world’s largest bore, but, instead, I was working =/.

    I know my priorities are probably straight, but why doesn’t it feel that way?

    * * *

    Snap, Crackle, Pop says: Not gonna lie, buddy. You missed a helluva show.

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