Raw, adjective: 10. not diluted, as alcoholic spirits: raw whiskey.
Elbow-deep in pastry flour and swimming in bourbon this sunny Sunday afternoon, waiting for the drunken pecans to soak up that whiskey-deliciousness and sifting-stirring-folding together one singular chocolate creation in honor of one singular football game due to kick off in just a few hours. And thanks to a well-timed reminder from my sweet friend D, all the apron-clad choreography is accompanied by the ever-impressive Jason Mraz.
The Mraz love has been long-documented here, of course, but it continues to shape-shift, and lately, that's meant regular headstands to a new favorite fully-orchestrated version of Mraz's "Beautiful Mess." In this usually spare little song, the brass and the strings sneak up on you first, and Mraz finishes it out with a touch of his sweet-ass scatting, but in between there's a spine-tingling little moment when "I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear..." because "...here we are."
Ahhh. Yes. Here we are. Isn't that all we really need to know? Sit down, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and be here now with Mraz's full version from the 2008 Nobel Peace Prize concert. Six minutes. That's it. Easy.