its all about the wordplay

August 7, 2009

Last night I was taken to see Mr. A-Z in Boston. You should already by this point know that I have some HUGE music snobbery issues. And honestly, I throw Mraz into the same category as I put Hootie and the Blowfish and the Dave Matthews Band. I know some of you are going to give me shit for that, but, you know, my blog, my rules. Anyway, I went for 2 very distinct reasons. 1) She asked me to go and 2)G-Love and Special Sauce were an opening act. I have loved his music for a long long time and have seen him live before and so, heck yes I am going!

I should start off by saying that yesterday was my first day off in 3 weeks. I started the day by doing a 20 or so mile bike ride that started with a friend as a trek out to lighthouses and breakfast, and then turned into “J pretends she doesn’t have a car” day. Which was rad. I got a haircut and a new bike helmet and was barely ready to leave when I was supposed to be ready. We got to Boston w/ zero traffic issues and found parking and food and things were just going so well. K’Naan was the first opener, and I was pleasantly pleased with how good his set was. G Love was AWESOME and um, I’d show you a photo because I’m so pleased about it but it has my name on it so I can’t, but I got to meet him and get his new album signed. I’m such a starfucker sometimes, but then again, my stars are so not stars that it’s almost funny in a dorktastick way.

Anyway, onwards. Mraz. He puts on a good show, really. He sounds pretty good, and does some good variations on his own cheesy music but seriously? There’s this long horns solo interlude part to much of his music which honestly just sounds like SO much of the background music from the Wham “Make it Big” album. Really! At one point I started singing “Careless Whisper” to her just to prove my point.

Other notes? No one should sing “At Last” except Etta James and MAYBE Beyonce. I’m still undecided on that one. And. If you’re a white boy and your name isn’t Eric Clapton? Yeah, you shouldn’t cover a Bob Marley song either.

Onwards. I love making her laugh.

Which is a good thing because…

On the way home, for whatever reason we started talking about saints. I don’t know why, we just did. And Mother Theresa. And I said something about once hearing that she wasn’t actually that nice to people. And she said, “no, she’s not mean, at all.” And my dumb smartass says, “yeah, you know this because you’ve had tea with the woman.” And she said, “Um…Actually? I have had tea with her.” And hilarity and an awesome story ensued. And I will certainly be watching my tongue a little bit more in the future. But all in all? Another perfect day in what has become a fairly regular series of perfect days.

Yeah. I’m continuing to learn some pretty awesome things about her. Me. Life. Potential.



  1. a regular series of perfect days= the awesome

  2. I love it.

  3. “I love making her laugh.”

    one of the best things you can say about a person in your life…

    enjoyed the mother teresa story!

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