Vanilla Ice Ice Baby
Watched Jason Mraz last night. I have to be honest and tell you that I don't actually listen to him. I don't have any of his songs in my ipod. But since everyone says he's awesome I thought I'd have a go at watching him live. (No not coz I think he's cool and I want to be deemed as cool. Nigga please.)
To me, this concert wasn't one of those where you stand up and dance, where the energy flows to each nerve and cell. It wasn't one where I could sing along and pump my fist in the air repeatedly.
I was in my own little zone and I listened in awe as he sang his stories. That's what it was like to me. Being in a nice cozy room with Mraz while he pours his soul out into a song or ramble on random thoughts in his lyrics.
So yes, I did enjoy the concert despite not knowing any of the songs. I have a feeling he purposedly picked lesser known songs to segregate the posers out from the real fans. Haha. And no, I didn't cry. Yay.
Labels: Music
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