Jason Mraz, I’m Sorry.
So, I heard a Jason Mraz song on XM radio earlier and it reminded me that I owe Jason Mraz a long-due apology.
During my undergrad years, I was in The Pride of Oklahoma, University of Oklahoma marching band. One day when I showed up to the practice field for rehearsal, there was a crew of roadies setting up a stage at one end of the field. I thought that was pretty weird and I noticed a few random people standing at the sideline. I didn’t recognize them from the band and my curiosity got the best of me.
I approached the people and asked, “Do you guys know what the stage is for?”
A guy in the group responded, “Yeah, it’s for the Jason Mraz concert later.”
“Pffff,” I snorted. “Who the hell is Jason Mraz?”
“Uh… I’m Jason Mraz.”
I was more than a little embarrassed, but in my defense, I’ve never been very good at keeping up with pop music.
…Anyway, my whole point is that I heard one of Jason Mraz’s songs on the radio today and not only did I recognize that it was him, I thought the song was pretty good.
Jason Mraz, wherever you are—you probably don’t even remember the incident, but I’d like to say that I actually know who you are now and your music’s actually pretty groovy. I bet if I’d gone to your concert on the marching field back then, I would have enjoyed it.