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Review: Mraz at the Boston Orpheum, October 17, 2008

Mraz at the OrpheumI just got back from my quickie trip to Boston where I was catching up with friends, visiting my favorite sites and, of course, seeing Mraz. This was my first show of the fall tour, which I am now calling “More Planter, Less Banter 2008”. More on that later.

First, here’s the set list, for those of you who are curious:

1. Make it Mine
2. Common Pleasure
3. Music to Watch Girls By (I think Jason and Toca are channeling Jan & Dean, and maybe a few of the Beach Boys)
4. If It Kills Me
5. Life is Wonderful
6. Details in the Fabric
7. Unfold
8. Live High
9. Only Human
10. Dynamo of Volition
11. I’m Yours -> Three Little Birds
12. Lucky (with Lisa Hannagan)
13. The Remedy (mashed up with “Wonderwall”)
14. No Stopping Us (mashed up with a bit about his invisible gum, then a takeoff of “Copacabana”)
15. Butterfly
16. A Beautiful Mess

Some notes on the evening:

  • Jason sounded wonderful. I was a little afraid that by this point in the tour he might be getting worn out, but there was no problem at all with his energy level. He looks great, all glowing and healthy, and now I’m thinking maybe the raw food diet is worth a try. Chocolate, is raw, right? And Ben & Jerry’s? 🙂
  • It just felt good. The whole show. It’s hard to describe exactly, and to save you from reading all 300+ entries on this blog to figure it out, I’ll take you back to where it all began and see if that helps.A couple of years ago, my friend, Chris, and I went to the Saratoga show that wound up as the second half of Selections for Friends. After the show we were basking in the Mraz afterglow, comparing it to other Mraz shows and shows by other artists, and what we came up with is that Mraz doesn’t just put on a concert, he creates a gathering, a movement, a sort of soulful revival that pulls in every person in every seat and makes them part of the joy and happiness and love that’s coming out of him.Yes, I do know just how cheesy that sounds. But I can’t think of any other way to say it.Don’t think that I’m naturally one of those perky people who goes around talking about my feelings. My friends are all snarky, clever people who live firmly in reality. I don’t think any of them consider themselves to be overly spiritual or touchy-feely, but when we’re at a Mraz show, suddenly we’re all a little softer and cuddlier.We get how connected we are to everyone else in the room, including the jerks behind us who had to hoot and yodel every time there was a quiet lull just to hear the sounds of their own voices. I hate those guys. No amount of Mraz love will make me stop wanting to punch them in the nose. Can I love people in general but still hate the really obnoxious ones?*Deep breath… Practicing kindness… And moving on…*We get a look at the bigger picture. We stop worrying about silly things. We feel like everything really will be fine. We come out feeling like we had our souls scrubbed clean and shiny and happy. It’s really very addictive, that kind of hope and optimism tinged with humor and sex and dancing and all the things that other people say you should feel guilty about, but which are actually very liberating.
  • I appreciated hearing the older songs. I know a large chunk of the audience would have been happy if he’d played “I’m Yours” 12 times in a row just like they do on their pink iPods, but many of us were happy to hear “Common Pleasure” and “Unfold” for the first time in ages.
Mraz is for Lovers

Mraz is for Lovers

  • During the show, there was a marriage proposal in the audience. Not to Jason, but involving a real couple. I don’t know if he knew about it ahead of time, but Jason was quick to celebrate with the newly fiancée-d, had us sing to them and wish them well. It was a pretty sharing moment.
  • The Difference Between Jason Mraz and Other Acts: Other acts start a song with, “I wrote this song for a friend of mine.” Jason starts with a story, or a question, or with something that sounds like casual chatting but then turns into an “ah ha!” moment. It’s all part of the ride that gets us from our separate seats into the collective hive mind. (I blame the use of “hive mind” on a co-worker who was talking about some sci-fi stuff earlier. I don’t usually talk geek. Except when I do.)
  • Does anything feel better than hearing hundreds of voices chanting “Every little thing’s gonna be alright”? As we all sang, I could feel the weight of the last eight years start to lift off of our collective shoulders. Change is only a few days away.
  • If Jason ever gives up singing, it’s good to know he can get into choreography. Good God, get ’em up way high…

Next stop on my tour: Halloween show in San Diego. See you there!

Heck is for the people not believing in gosh,


Preorder the Mraz Book & Give Me Something to Write About

Business first: Today’s email from jasonmraz.com says:

This is the last week to pre-order Jason’s debut photography book a thousand things!

Featuring a foreword by Graham Nash, a thousand things is a poetic, color-filled travelogue of the myriad people and places encountered in the artist’s constant travels around the world. Dedicated to “those who stood still and those who don’t,” a thousand things includes cityscapes, landscapes, portraits, selfportraits, and still lifes?the amazing “thousand things” that surround each of us in our daily lives, if we only take a moment to see.

As an added bonus, when you spend $35 or more you can choose one free item from our Special Freebies Department.

Don’t miss out – pre-order your copy now!



And before you get too excited by the word “freebies”, I’ll tell you that they’re mostly stuff from the, what, 2006? tour. Call it the Selections for Friends tour, unless I’ve gotten my shirts confused. But hey, the book could be fun, so if you didn’t preorder it when you got your tickets for the current tour, you can order it now.

Next, I’d like to say that I feel a little bad about how little effort I’ve put in here in the last few weeks. I have bunches of excuses, mostly to do with time, but I promised myself that I’d make a bigger effort this month, and I haven’t. That should change though as Jason’s North American tour is in full swing and there will be lots to write about.

Thursday night I’m headed cross-country to visit friends who are like family and we’re going to see Mraz Friday night at the Orpheum. These are the people I saw my first Mraz show with (“with whom I saw my first show”, for you grammar sticklers), so it will be excellent to share this with them, then have lots of drinks, share some gossip, and fly back to S.F. in time for work Monday morning.

I’ll have a full post-show report when I return. If any of you want to share a show review, set list, personal experience or whatever, post it here in the comments and I’ll call it out to share with others.

We’re in this love together,

A Mraz-Flavored Holiday

Boston skyline

I’m back. I was away, in case you didn’t know, but then I came back from away, and now I’m here.

I went to Florida and saw a friend and her kids, then I went to Boston and saw another friend and his new kid, and another friend’s new boyfriend, and then some friends who didn’t have anyone new to show off, but who I was very glad to see all the same. It was cold in Boston but I didn’t mind because it made me nostalgic for all those winters I spent there, playing in the snow and walking through the Common when it was covered in white fluff. Ah, the good ol’ days.

I missed my blog while I was gone, but I always felt like Mraz was nearby. Not, like, in a creepy way. Just in spirit. My last night there, my friend, Justin, and I went into the bar at the Omni Parker House for chowder and Boston creme pie (they invented it there, don’tcha know), and just as we sat down and shook some of the chill off us, “Wordplay” came on over the speakers, so we got to relax and have a round of drinks with Mr. A-Z. It was a pretty perfect moment in a trip full of excellent ones.

Justin finally got his passport last month, so I hope my next trip with him is an exotic one. Recommendations?

I don’t know which way my brain is going,