Jason Mraz looks so much like a dorky guy who could easily live down the street from me, bag my groceries at the local supermarket, and write embarrassing love songs to the older woman he has a crush on. But for the life of me, I cannot remember a single title of his songs despite the fact that dear Mr Mraz has been a handful of albums and even a hardcover book to his name by now.
All that changes with I’m Yours, a catchy if totally unoriginal Jamaican-fling of a song that has me singing along with the chorus. I love that song so much that, assuming on my part that the rest of this CD will have songs this fine, I grab this baby without much ado.
We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. sees Mr Mraz doing his usual feel good music that unfortunately floats on by rather than latches on to my brain and never let go. There is a duet here with his female counterpart Colbie Caillat, Lucky, and I can’t recall the melody of that song at all. Even when Mr Mraz is trying to affect some gravity in his songs like Coyotes and If It Kills Me, I eventually find myself distracted by the whirring sounds of the appliances in my kitchen.
I do like Details in the Fabric, his duet with James Morrison, but it’s I’m Yours that I will remember the best at the end of the day. Maybe one day I’ll find a way to reciprocate the love. One day.