An ex once dragged me to a Jason Mraz concert. After about ten minutes the presence of so many people was too much for me so I left and, having no entertainment to hand, wandered around in front of the concert hall for the next two or three hours in the cold.

When she had no particular concern for me and didn't even ask whether I was okay, whilst her best friend was much more attentive and concerned about my wellbeing, that I should have realized she wasn't for me but instead I was a teenager and thus an idiot for a long time to follow.

Anyway that's it, I prefer the careful mastery offered by studio work to the flaws of live performances and I can't handle being in the middle of a crowd for any length of time, so I've never been to another one and I doubt I ever will.