Review: Mraz at Chicago’s Metro, April 9, 2008

This one is going to get written in bits and pieces as I find a few minutes in my day between meetings and actual work. However, the lights on my floor don’t seem to be working today, and I can hardly be expected to concentrate on my duties while sitting in the dark, can I?

Reuben seems to have good footage of this one. Have a look while I get my notes together.

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4/16/08. I think I’ve about recovered from my day trip to Chicago. I still have the sore throat I got on the plane ride home, possibly from the four-year-old who sat next to me and decided to pet my arm and poke me when he felt like chatting, but otherwise I’m rested and back to normal.

First, let me say that I didn’t go to Chicago *just* for the Mraz show, but I wouldn’t have gone if there hadn’t been a Mraz show. Right after tickets went on sale for this tour, my friend, Steve, sent me an email with the subject: Serendipity.

He was going to be at a conference in Chicago the same week as the show. It had been planned months earlier, and just so happened to happily coincide with Mraz’s cross-country plans. Even better, another friend of ours, Liz, was going to be at the same conference and the two of them were going to see Mraz together. And there you have it. Serendipity.

I wrote back, very happy for them both, and jokingly said that if I had known they were going to be there, I would have planned to pop in for the day. They said that sounded like a good plan. I had an offer of a free hotel room, Liz wrangled me a free plane ticket (!), so all I had to do was get a ticket to the show and take a day off of work. Serendipity was oozing from our ears.

So I’m not going to say much about the show. It was excellent. The Metro is a great venue for short people (unlike the Fillmore) because the floor is done in tiers, keeping the people in front of you low enough to see over. Jason was shiny (in the Firefly way, not a greasy way). He told the story about how he wrote “Butterfly” after deciding that there probably weren’t any strippers performing to his music anywhere in the world, but there should be.

More important, is that I got to spend time with two people I haven’t seen in ages – it was six years ago when Liz and I last got together – and we came from Boston, Ft. Lauderdale, and San Francisco, just because of Jason Mraz. Well, and that conference thingy. But Mraz was the glue that brought us together for the night and gave us something to share.

I have to say a big ‘thank you’ to Cracky, Jason’s merchandise guy. When I saw him in SF he was out of something but said that if I made it to another show, he’d make it up to me. I wasn’t going to bug him in Chicago, but figured it couldn’t hurt to say hi, and he was great. I would expect someone in his position to be a little smarmy, but he seems like one of the kindest, most genuine people you’ve ever come across. (Awwww.)

So, three shows in one week. It was a lot of Mraz to take in, but I’m very thankful that I had the opportunity to do it. It was like having a really good, deep scrubbing of all the things that have been annoying me, making me bitter or grumpy or petty, so that I walked away lighter, simpler, more free. Does that make sense? You can walk into a Mraz show mad at the world, but you have to walk out thankful for everything. That’s just how he rolls 🙂

What a beautiful mess,
Lisa

 

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