something has happened recently.
you would think with no more singles coming out (regardless of a supposided live album sometime soon), that the jason mraz hatred fevor would be dying down. that it isnt as fun as it used to be, since people arent clipping articles and mailing them to me. or calling me to tell me he is on tv.
im still pretty mad (when i waste the brain power) on being refused an autograph.
but, i am happy to report, others have not let their hatred wane.
i have four exhibits here to share. let’s dig in.
exhibit 1:
an email from jan 22nd:
Hey,
After seeing my first Jason Mraz’s video I found myself struck with a nauseating rage. Man! I didn’t know they’re passing out record deals around the frat house to those guys who wear hemp around their necks and play bad versions of bad Dave Matthews Band songs. You were on the top 10 of a googled search of ‘jason mraz sucks,’ which is how I get my rage out apparently.
At least I’m not alone in this. A fucking sideways baseball cap? So 1989!
-Jon
dear jon, i would like to point out that mraz was hardly alive in 1989. (this isnt true of course, he was born, i believe in 1977, being the year behind me in high school. perhaps he just wants to still be 12.)
exhinit 2:
then on jan 23rd, i get this:
compleylt agree with you that Jason Mraz is the biggest fucking tool I’ve had the misfortune to hear, much less see. He needs to shut the fuck up and go home.
Jenna.
jenna, i agree. except simply going home isnt good enough – he lives in la now, which is where i live. and if he counts home as mechanicsville still, well, thats where i grew up and my parents still live. so thats no good either. what if he shuts up and moves to canada? that seems fair, right?
exhibit 3:
email gotten on the 26th.
man preach on my brotha. i hate jason mraz with all my being. i searched “jason mraz sucks” and this came up. god bless your soul. maybe one day i can tell you why i hate him so much and you can use it as a source to add fuel to this cause. keep it up!
well my friend, i didnt wait for you to explain before using you for my cause. and im not sure god will bless my soul as reward for my hatred, but who knows? he does work in mysterious ways.
exhibit 4:
a voicemail from a certain linda, which i will attempt to transcribe now:
from jan 24th, at 3:16am. (to be read in a drunken slur.)
“im just seeing this newest jason mraz video announcement [undecipherable] and um im going to go on and agree with [undeciperable] house and thought id call and i even hate the ugly mole on his left eye. that is all. goodnight.”
linda, seeing as how i cant (after about 10 listenings) make out all the details and i know you were drunk since you dont remember making this call when i mentioned it a day or two later, ill just go on and agree with everything you said.
so there you have it – america still hates the mraz, even as i was starting to care less. (i even heard one of his songs in home despot the other night [jason - look. you got played right here in hollywood] and didnt freak out. of course, i didnt know it was him either.)
Popularity: 5% [?]
Seriously, if the world love him and you don’t, you got a problem man, either with your IQ or Your EQ. And if hating him is the only way for you to show your so-called uniqueness, that’s just so pathetic man! Because the one you been hating will aways be loved and cheered across the globe and you don’t even have a chance to be remembered by anyone, neither for your “unique” attitude nor your ordinary face or voice… Anyway, bless you though on behalf of Jason, coz he’ll do the same thing to pray for you poor guys…
Everyone below
F U C K you!!!!
And f u c k jason mraz.
The song “im yours” is so annoying.
Reply to this message, and your a bit ch, everyone has their own opinions, i say f u c k him, you love him.
I hate his skinny white ass too. There is something so pretentious about him, and I despise “I’m Yours” as well. I hate his hipster hat; all hipsters should die.
Who am I, By Jason Mraz
I am not my face. I am not my hair.
I am not my family. I am not my care.
I am not my upbringing. I am not my mole.
I am not my receding gum. I am not my cold.
I am not my money. And I’m not my fame.
I’m not my hat. I’m not even my name.
I’m just an idea that happened upon love.
I am that I am and that I am is enough.
That is why I like Jason mraz.
And all those saying he isn’t a poet check this out: http://freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-does-sleep-go-again.html
Really? You’re impressed by “I am not my mole?” Are you actually being serious? Come on… seriously?
For crap’s sake, it’s like something out of a Dr Suess book. At least Suess was bright enough to become a children’s author. That’s where this douchebag garbage belongs; hell anyone with half of a brain should be offended by this by this phony crap. Poplar music has actually sunk this low? Jesus, this is everything that’s wrong with music now. I’ll give Mraz credit for one thing; he’s got legions of fans, and he does a great job of demonstrating that the average person is totally stupid. If you’re actually entertained by watching a douchebag in a Gilligan hat strum a pussy nylon string guitar, then have at it. Maybe he’ll even do a tour with John Mayer someday! Wouldn’t that be exciting? Douchapalooza…
Oh, by the way, let me translate that brilliant piece of poetry by Mraz for everyone whose not fluent in “Reality.”
“I am not a hetero, I’m not into the chicks.
I’m a flaming douche, complete with limp wrists
I barely strum guitar, I write like a tool
I wear Gilligan’s hat so you’ll think I am cool
I rhyme random words, I write like a tard
I steal songs from muppets, then pretend writing’s hard
Keep buying my music, I’ll keep lowering the bar
I may be a phony, but I’m richer by far”
There. Translated for your approval.
“what if he shuts up and moves to canada? that seems fair, right?”
????!!!!
you produced this piece of shit you keep him, and dubya too!
Incredible. I knew I wasn’t alone. You see,
I was sitting on the face-book the other day and was suddenly struck by a sudden burst of rage at the abomination known as jason mraz. i could not stop typing out my frustration and indignation at the mere thought of his existence in our temporal sphere.
Surely, upon this mortal coil, the greatest degradation and failure of the human spirit is personified in the person of jason mraz.
long live david bowie.