Jamie said he stopped singing this song at his concerts after he turned 30, when a fan cornered him and asked him why he stopped singing it. “But I’m 30-something now, and will sound like a right idiot singing this one,” he responds. “But I’m twenty-five!” She says. “So this one’s for all you twentysomethings who don’t have a clue what to do with their lives.” he says, before launching into this one.
After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
But the world don’t need scholars as much as I thought
Maybe I’ll go traveling for a year
Finding myself, or start a career
I could work for the poor, though I’m hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we’re just the same
Maybe I’ll go to the gym, so I don’t get fat
Aren’t things more easy, with a tight six pack
Who knows the answers, who do you trust
I can’t even separate love from lust
Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans
Working nine to five, answering phones
But don’t make me live for my Friday nights
Drinking eight pints and getting in fights
Don’t wanna get up, just have a lie in
Leave me alone, I’m a twentysomething
Maybe I’ll just fall in love
That could solve it all
Philosophers say that that’s enough
There surely must be more
Love ain’t the answer, nor is work
The truth eludes me so much it hurts
But I’m still having fun and I guess that’s the key
I’m a twentysomething and I’ll keep being me
Anyway it was such a kickass concert. He was mixing music on the stage impromptu, whacking random things on stage to mix into a beat, strumming the insides of the piano. Telling us to take as many photos and videos as we wanted. It helped that we are sitting in line of the exact spot where his piano was, in the third row. How he walked off the stage with no warning to perform the best version of Cry Me A River, which totally trumped Justin’s version by the way, and climbing on the seat barriers of the Esplanade. Totally irreverent and probably giving the Esplanade staff and security heart attacks. Then encouraging us all the come to the front of the stage, and getting the relatively old crowd on their feet and screaming and jumping. He played past the expected time, which I have never experienced in Western artistes, and still raised his finger for “One more?” when you expected him to go, and closed the show with my favourite “All At Sea”. You go, Jamie. You raised the bar; you gave it a 150%. Much love.
And that’s not all. He gave an autograph session after that, so although no photos, we got to meet him for a few seconds and thank him personally. Sweeet. Now that’s what I call exceeding expectations and totally delighting this customer. His lovely (and quite charming and well-dressed) band were quite the sports, gamely posing for photos because weren’t allowed to take them with Jamie.
Ning didn’t bring her camera and all I had was my terrible hp camera, so that’s the best representation I could give of the night.

So sorry, Jason Mraz, YOU LOSE. Jamie has my fanship now, in live performances at least. I paid about the same amount for the miserable performance you gave at Indoor Stadium last year, you know.
Anyway, a funny quote I should remember, cough cough.
A blog is a broadcast, not a publication. If it stops moving, it dies.
- Andrew Sullivan