A Letter to Jason Mraz

Dear Jason, Mr. A-Z,

Do you know how long I’ve waited to see you in concert?  Or how long I’ve waited to hear the Remedy live?  At least since 2002, when it came out and I fell in love instantly.  It’s been my very favorite song ever since.

Do you know how many times I’ve listened to “You and I?”  Or how many times I had to defend Mr. A-Z when it came out and you got a little Freddy Mercury-ish during “Mr. Curiosity.”

Do you know how much I appreciated an artist who not only had an incredible voice but who was “all about the wordplay?”  Those fast-paced streams of words fit always fit together so perfectly.

So.

What happened?

When did you stop putting actual effort and thought into your lyrics?  When did you decide it would be a good idea to ruin a fan’s dreams by singing a totally weird version of the Remedy, completely skipping over a verse and not even finishing the song because you and your band go off on a musical tangent that lasted entirely too long?

Did you know saying “You are loved” over and over again is really sweet?  And totally boring and unoriginal?  Did you know that your concert was more like a super cheesy yoga class than a concert?  Do you know how hard it is to put on a bad concert at Red Rocks?

Looking forward to hearing your answers.

Sincerely,

Your disappointed used-to-be-loyal fan Lauren

Best of July

We have three July birthdays in my family.  And one of them is my own.  I’m destined to love July.  Your birthday month is always your favorite, right?

It’s hard for me to say goodbye to my favorite month, but I’ll send it off with a round up of my favorite moments.

Foster the People at Red Rocks.

Easily, one of my favorite concerts ever.  Easily.  I think it was a combination of having a holiday the next day, being at Red Rocks, amazing-sounding music and vodka lemonades.  Mostly the vodka lemonades.

The 4th of July.

Nothing says summer like pie on the 4th of July.

Despite being so hungover I had to walk my 10K, my nephew telling me, “I don’t like you” and almost all the firework shows being cancelled because Colorado is a hot dry mess, I had a pretty happy 4th of July.

Birthdays.

 My brother’s, mine and my mom’s, respectively.  

I don’t have any family members with birthdays in August.  It’s going to be a boring month.

Red Velvet Cake.

What can I celebrate next that gives me an excuse to eat my mom’s red velvet cake??

The Beach Boys.  At Red Rocks.  On my birthday.

Need I say more?


I won’t even tell you how often I watch the videos I took during “God Only Knows,” “California Girls,” “Barbara Ann” and “Surfin’ USA.”  And I definitely won’t tell you how out on control my dancing was during that last one.  Luckily, Joey kept the camera on the stage…

Moonrise Kingdom.

I might have done a good amount of complaining when Joey made me see this movie.

And then I loved it.  Like really loved it.

This.


My name is Lauren Dorsey, but Fern Dordey is much much funnier.  And this caused everyone to call me Fern for the rest of the week.  I’m doing myself a disservice by posting this and jogging everyone’s memory.

And this.

 Totally unplanned and totally great.

The Boulder Farmers’ Market.

Two years ago, I basically went to the Farmers’ Market every single Saturday.  It got old.  And so did the heat, dogs, strollers and crowds.  Last year I cut back and this year, I think I’ve only been twice.  Which makes it all the more fun when I actually do go.

When the lady at the pupusa tent points out which drinks are “heavily caffeinated” and which aren’t, you better believe I’m reaching for that first kind.  And grabbing breakfast at Mod Market, of course.

Brainard Lake 

Although actually this is Miller Lake, and it’s gorgeous.

And this is what you look like before trouncing through puddles and being hailed on for 20 minutes.  I don’t think we need to see what we looked like after.

Now that July is coming to an end, I’m basically over summer.  Okay, I won’t say over summer, but I will say I’m starting to look forward to boots, sweaters and overdosing on pumpkin-flavored things.

So long, July.