After a lackluster performance last week, Jason is back in the saddle, picking a great song for him, "Hallelujah," and giving it Jeff Buckleyesque tenderness. He can get away with flubbed notes (like the squeakers at the end) because he eschews pyrotechnics in favor of delicate phrasing and connection with the lyrics. And he's still goofy-cute as a button. Just don't let those dreads get away from you, Jason.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
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