But Robert Pattinson is very pretty. I leafed through GQ in the store last week because he was on the cover, and then I actually bought GQ because there was also a Neil Patrick Harris spread inside. He’s too cool. Finding Zachary Quinto in the same issue was just icing on the cake. I love how creepysexy he is.
A few new Mraz things in the news:
Jason is taking part in Record Store Day, which is a big effort to get people to remember when they used to buy physical discs and things with music on them, rather than just files. There’s some special Jason Mraz shirt being sold at participating stores, but I can’t find a picture of it.
The Concert Live bundle is still up for sale – a recording of Jason’s show in Manchester, England, and a few other bits and bobs. It says it’s an exclusive UK offer, but I ordered it with no problem. They let you put in an international address for shipping, and it still only comes to US$20 or so.
Speaking of live shows, it looks like the Mraz & Morrison at Midnight show in Vegas next month is sold out. I have my ticket but am still debating whether or not to go. I was just in Vegas in January, I’ve seen Jason plenty in the past year, and it’s money that could be spent more responsibly in other ways. Then again, I’ve never seen James Morrison live, and I think the two together will be phenomenal. I’ll keep thinking about it.
A while ago Jason blogged about nail clippers, and the crazy random happenstances he’s had around them. I think Jason is my nail clippers. As if it’s not enough that “I’m Yours” is being played in those Verizon ads on TV every five minutes, and the song is on the radio all the time, the other day I was listening to James Morrison in the car, switched to the radio to get a traffic update, and just then Ryan Seacrest and Randy Jackson were talking about who’s going to win “American Idol” and Randy said one of the contestants was really talented and natural on stage, “just like our boy, Jason Mraz”.
I never watch the show so I have no idea who they were talking about, but I like that comparing someone to Jason is a compliment in their books, and I like that I always seem to tune in to these things at the exact right time.
And, FYI, today is a very, very happy day. Ding dong, the witch is dead… or at least demoted to a position that makes my workplace almost entirely stress free.
Reveling in energy that everyone’s admitting,