Most of you know how big of a fan I am of John Mayer, right? I mean, what is there not to be a fan of? The man is smart, attractive, witty, charming, kind, loving and an astounding musician. I am even going to go as far as quoting Emma Stone, from ‘Friends with Benefits’, “Its John Fucking Mayer!”
If there’s ever a moment where I start to feel doubt, I pop in one of his albums (any one of them) and by the time it’s finished I feel completely relieved. Perhaps it’s because we are so close in age that I relate to his lyrics so much, that or, because he is such an amazing composer, which allows him to have the natural ability to disbar your qualms, despite of everything he himself has gone through. Which leads me to believe that Johnny knows what he’s talking about after all.
Come Sunday I will be under the same sky, at the same place, and at the same time once more with this man whose music has played a huge role in my life in more ways than one. He was there through all the heartaches, he was there when both of my children were diagnosed with Autism, he was there when I gave birth to my last son, when my grandparents passed away, he was even there after my divorce, and without questions, he continues to be here now.
He’s like a vintage quilt passed on through time, where you patch your stories as you move forward, you see the ageing behind every stitch you have grieved, with lessons that only feel virtuous after you have surpassed them, and your history together reminds you that the heart of life is good when you’re in the presence of one another.
See you in WPB, buddy. Welcome back!