About “I’m Yours”. Jason Mraz has to be stopped.

I know “I’m Yours” is not a new song, but I just saw the clip below tonight. I’ve heard the song all over the place for some time, but I’ve never actually heard Jason Mraz speak. Now I can’t sleep because I have one of my famous sarcasm ice cream headaches.

Songs like this serve a purpose.  Hollywood needs them to play during the credits of Kate Hudson and Sandra Bullock movies. Guys need to learn how to play them so they can get laid on camping trips. And the singers themselves need them so they don’t need to resort to male prostitution to buy Bed Head hair gel and wool toques to wear in southern California.

But these vapid male singer-songwriter types shouldn’t talk. They shouldn’t open their mouths and let words like this come out:

“I know I close my eyes sometimes when I sing. That doesn’t mean I’m shutting you guys out. It just means I’m going to someplace in my imagination for a while. “

Shit, I’ll bet even Stevie Wonder would want to clock him after hearing that. But he continues:

“As soon as we can get some technology to broadcast what that image is in my head, we will. Don’t worry. We’re working on that.”

Cool. I’m down As long as the thing they invent right before that is a douchebag detector/disposal unit.

Watch the clip and decide for yourself. Oh, and Jack Johnson can get fucked too.