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Exclusive Live Video of Jason Mraz - "I'm Yours"

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This is awesome and to it I say, all the time. In fact, my greatest fault is that I live in my imagination where it is always peaceful, and sometimes I forget to come back to reality where people could use a little guidance in finding their own piece of the peace.

Special thanks to EVERYONE for putting their creative ju-ju on the line for all to see. I find that drawing a picture of yourself is far more difficult than drawing a picture of anyone or anything else, as its your own mug that you seldom see, unless you live in a house of mirrors, or have a twin or a cardboard cut-out of yourself holding a Pepsi. I used to wonder if my own profile was human. I sit in class wondering, do I look normal? How tall am I compared to he or she? Is my forehead too tall? Do both eyes look the same direction? I have a lot of moles. Do I fit in?

After reviewing this and so many other sketches, I feel wonderful about myself. Whole in fact. Thank you for generously honoring our community with your practices and renderings while bestowing upon my crown the jewels of normalcy.

LifeRollsOn.Org is an organization providing funding for research, inspiration, AND activity for those with spinal cord injuries. Their story has affected my life and by voting on this quick video, you can help them win some big money so they may continue their efforts. Thank You!

Also: If you missed tonight's colossal telethon, it's not too late to donate to www.StandUp2Cancer.org. That shit is crazy.

Do you find yourself scribbling the worst, most unrecognizable doodles when you are completely bored out of your mind? Do you have NO artistic skills whatsoever? If so, this is for YOU!

We have heard all the jokes… Is that a leprechaun? Who is that crazy man on the cover of Jason’s CD? Well now, it is your turn to test your skills and draw YOUR face in the style of the We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. album artwork.

Once you create your masterpiece, upload your drawing and make it your default imeem picture and leave a comment on either of Jason's pages. Simple right?

A few lucky winners will win (2) tickets and meet and greet passes to the approved show of their choice on the Fall Tour.

Last night we appeared on a Live Swedish TV show. In addition to being a part of a cheerfully colored musical variety show, this career highlight came with many bonus features.

1) The opportunity to turn to band-mates during the closing clap-a-long dance number and exclaim, "We're on a Swedish TV show!"

2) The wonderful experience of flirting with the show's gorgeous host after she describes 'Butterfly' on the air to be "a steamy fuck me song."

3) The show takes place at Grona Lund, a 125-year-old theme park with breathless views of Stockholm, especially from the top of coasters and free fall machines designed to scare the shit out of you.

Apparently Walt Disney himself visited a sister-park in Scandinavia and took home the idea to create Disneyland. Grona Lund, which probably stands for Groovy Land, is beautifully restored with lush gardens on a choice location by the sea, while being in the heart of the archipelago city. There are some rides and themes that would certainly not be in operation in our over protective and politically correct United States. Some features in the Grona Lund Clown House (Fun House) likely mar or maim the Swedes a few times a week. Maybe it keeps the peace or has something to do with their keen population control.

One of my first jobs was working at a theme park. I auditioned to be in any of the musical variety shows at King's Dominion in Doswell, Virginia. The audition went so well I was hired to sell photos on the exits of roller coasters. This was a new technology back then, cutting edge stuff. All the photos were printed on receipt paper with every passing train. It was automatic, frantic, wasteful, and fun. It was my job to not let pictures of boobies and middle fingers hit the display rack, which was the clipboard I would hold up revealing tiny black and white images of white-knuckled screamers. I'm always amazed at what people do when they know there's a camera. Some kids even managed to turn all the way around and moon me. By summer's end I had an awesome collection of coaster enthusiasts' mug shots and soft porn.

I grew up in that theme park. My parents took me to see the Beach Boys, Kenny Loggins, The Jets, The Commodores, the 4 Tops & the Temptations, and more I'm sure. I broke coaster fears, set coaster records, and practiced shouting cuss words for the first time in public places thanks to many summer jaunts to the park.

My favorite memory is when I went with seventh grader, Katy Fiore to the park. We were "going together." I don't know how she ended up as the object of my affection, but I gave her a gold chain that I found in a rest area men's room on a family road trip regardless.

Our day in the park was sure to be a memorable one as we were set to ride The Haunted River, a pitch black nightmarish boat cruise seemingly designed for anxious youth. This was THE ride to get your kissing on. I had yet to put my tongue in another person's mouth so I was eager to get in the long line and be demonstrative.

Sadly, while waiting in line, Katy pulled me aside and gave me my gold chain back. She broke up with me IN LINE to the Haunted River! I was crushed. Especially since we still rode the awful ride and listened to our friends' slobber all over each other. Trust me. Life can only get better from there.

Apparently, while I attended my sister's ballet recital the night before, Katy got to liking another fella in my absence at a school dance. That was the last time I would ever see my sister's silly ballet class in action. Somebody had to take the blame for my failure.

Not to mention. I'm still waiting to get my tongue in a girl's mouth.

The songs; Take them. Share them. Own them. Make love to them. Cook to them. Eat with them. Buckle them up in the car and blast them during your busy city commute. Sleep with them on in the background. Send them to your dreams' ideal setting. Maybe steal a little of me for those moments. I love traveling. With the songs' new life I'll imagine myself being spread around like a good flu.

I've said it in a million interviews already. The songs don't belong to me. They are bigger than I'll ever be and they will certainly live a lot longer than I will. That's why this album is less about me and more life in general. It's an album about awesome times, celebrated by real people, sexy people, and waking up to smell their sweet sweat still lingering in the air.

Someone once passed me a stack of books and said enjoy. And when you are done, pass them on for they do not belong to you. They belong to the world. And that is what I am doing with these songs. They are of the world and for the world.

Even the personal songs about my family and factual love stories, I will not take credit for writing them. It is my duty to simply sit and listen to a frequency that anyone can hear; A station perhaps from space, commercial free, broadcast in the clouds. I don't ask. I sing-a-long to that station nonetheless, and happen to record the phrases and melodies from time to time, and still they are not my own. Maybe I am a receiver, but just an instrument in that sense. My body is just hardware. Some other wonderful force is playing the song.

Whatever "being" is to the human. Whatever air is to the bird, or what water is to the fish. Whatever force decides to make our hearts beat and food digest. That mad divine scientist is who is responsible for these songs. They are a gift for all of us.

And so I am grateful and so I project and we share the sweetness.

I'm glad you are listening too. Enjoy the new album.