Whoever said money can’t buy happiness? Send them to me and I will set them straight.
I just spent the best $23.50 of my life. Not many people can say they bought themselves into such a revival. But I did. And it was all for less than $24.
What did I pay for, you ask?
Parking… … … … $23.50 on parking.
I could recount every little detail from his white long sleeve tee and grey cargos to the other’s dark silver tie on a black button down. But it would do little justice to the magnificence of Jason Mraz and John Butler.
I should be raving about the cool swagger that Jason possessed on stage, under his signature tilted Trillby, he put the audiences through some of the cheesiest dance moves ever and even more ridiculous impromptu scats, making it all seem so cool. The guy is enigmatic, what can I say…and musically, o.m.g…no one saw it coming as he overlapped the Wonderwall chorus over a swank, upbeat rendition of The Remedy (only he could make that song more upbeat than it already was). He dripped with sex appeal through a slow, alluring Butterfly and sped through a jaw-breaking Dynamo of Volition.
However, someone stole the spotlight. The John Butler Trio went all out. Considering it was their last performance as a trio, they really pulled out all the stops and all the tricks including 10-15 minute mind-boggling solos (EACH!) in a song that seemed to go on forever; just when you thought it’s a new song, they’d bring the riff back around and pull you back into the same old song from before. I must say that before that performance I only knew them by name but the iTunes card and filled music folder are surefire signs of a convert (even if it is too late). I really wasn’t expecting much from them…John came on, short dread-locked hair, scruffy beard, a little awkward on the mic. But then, when he swung out a 12-string guitar with a missing string and his one-handed acrylic nails, and plucked out a smooth, toe-tapping, laid back rendition of Used to get high, I was done for…hook, line and sinker.
An apt song too, god knows what I inhaled that night…whatever it was, sure didn’t smell like cigarettes and I’m not usually that giggly either (at least my new acquaintances found it entertaining but I’m not convinced it was worth the morning-after headache). But I have to say, an hour of Jason and two hours of John were worth the 10hours standing in the sun, banding everyone at the gates (wrists come in all shapes and sizes too). Thanks to Laura, Phil, Justin and Matt who made the time go by just that little bit quicker…maybe next year we won’t have to hang our Subway lunches from our pockets as we keep on tagging through our ‘lunch break’.
In the meantime, go on, “go take a step outside, see what’s shaking in the real world…”