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Saturday, March 18
It takes some rust to get it polished.
If anything, Jason Mraz is talented. Alright, in an attempt at simplicity I've wronged him by delivering that grossly understated sentence. I don't think you can sum up Jason Mraz in a sentence. And you definitely can't ignore talent like that when it's blasted right in your face for 2 whole hours (well almost).
So the concert was awesome, just him, an acoustic, and Toca on percussions and backup - imagine being able to hold an audience captive with just that the entire night. That in itself is a feat, no? But if I merely left it at that, it'd still be a sin on my part. Its really hard to describe, (and if I'm being really mean I'd say "you have to experience it for yourself"), which in essence, you do, but I'm just not gonna say it. Hence the lame attempt to capture Jason Mraz into this paragraph.
His voice is excellent, its sweeps you off your feet; his performance is entertaining, you never get bored; his guitar-playing is just perfectly metted out without overdoing it. As you can see, I know I'd suck as a music critic - what with limited descriptive phrases in my head and and barely any elements of a prose writer in me. That being said, go check out Jason's journal entries, I just love the way he writes. A tinge of salt sprinkled on his amazing life - making it sound almost normal, yet still very intruiging. (Okay how's that for a review, huh? :)
Still, the excellence of his performance leaves much to be wondered. Aside from Jason's comfortable rapor with the audience, aided by witty comments and Toca's occasional spasmodic bursts of laughter (I swear, if they made a 'god of laughter' toy, they'd mould it exactly after Toca, and it'd go - "Press my belly and hear me laugh! Ha ha ha!"), yeah well aside from that, I don't wonder if I'dve been better off saving my $70 and getting the CD instead. With a good pair of headphones (which I do not have, incidentally), I reckon it'd sound relatively similar. Still, y'know, the thrill of hearing him live and all.
But $70! In all honestly, I'd rather be at a U2 concert for $70. At least we'd get to mosh. All in all, I'd say my $70 was a little stretched - and the $8 spent on Rockafella last week (which, I think, my DADDY paid for :P) was well worth the money. And since we're on Rockfella, again, I'd like to think that one day, I'll be able to turn to the person next to me in the mosh pit, and say "I watched their first ever performance!" - and then go on cheering Frans and the Pussycats.