Atlantic
Pop rock

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.