Such is the Mraz

jason mraz is like crack. i try not to like his new stuff because its so pop and so produced and i didnt really like what steve lillywhite did with the dave matthews album he was involved with but god damn it i’m sucked in every time. mr. a-z is his latest single and i listen to it about 5 times a day. such is the mraz.

im in the terminal of the san francisco airport waiting for my flight to hawaii for my cousin doug’s 65th birthday. i havent been to the islands since i was 12 and since i got home early from the tour i figure why stop this whole travel motif i’ve been swimming in lately.

i’ve been to the north eastern tip of the other side of the country where i froze my ass off playing for a crowd of hundreds of drunken colby college kids with keller williams. then i was in the most south western corner visiting my cousin in san diego. and finally as far north as portland oregon before money ran out.

ive seen deserts, dunes, palm trees, marshes, snow covered mountains, national monuments, forests of unmeasurable density, highways, dirt roads, oceans, rivers, yokels and yuppies and now i get to see mangos and hibiscus flowers.

i start a good deal of my paragraphs with myself as the subject. lets try and remedy that.

the san francisco airport terminal was gray upon gray upon gray this morning when my sister drove my dad and i here. the gray fog packed up against the huge windows that look out over one of the many gray runways and swirled around steel support tubes painted gray to match the gray of everything here. only now can i see i little bit of blue poking out of the gray.

i think i forgot to mention the swedes in my tour journal entries. maybe i did, i kicked a huge dent in their rental car when they came to see me play in aptos. thats what happens when i get free irish car bombs. anyway they came to eat with us last night and it’s always a pleasure to have a little european influence in the house. their sense of humor gets me every time. i have to get to sweden before this summer is over.

fragmented memories of incidents from the past few months dance around when i try to write and i sometimes miss a few of them because i have to latch on to one or the other when they come around and get them down before they disappear again into the nonsense that is my mind.

thought for the day: what would the world be like without caffein? i get they feeling we’d still be riding animals for transportation and id be scribbling this down on papyrus with a quill and ink made of crushed leaves and snail shells.