Mr. John Mayer is just as dreamy as he was back in 2001 when your college girlfriend wouldn’t stop playing ‘Your Body is a F*****g Wonderland’ in your dorm room.
In fact, he might be even dreamier now, given his nearly 20-year career and inability to rid himself of that adorable baby face.
What you might not expect, however, is that JM has blossomed into a guitarist worthy of comparison to the likes of Jeff Beck, Eric Clapton, or, DARE I SAY… ok, I won’t say SRV Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Self-awareness is an attribute that many a musician could benefit from (uh, Bono?) and Mayer does not fall short.
His genuine gratitude expressed to the crowd half-way through his set proved to the vast majority that he has evolved past his snarky Aniston days and he is seemingly honestly appreciative of where he is.
…Oh, you want a concert review? It was great. His band is top-notch. TOP NOTCH. They could have their own show and few would be aware that John was missing.
John can write, play, sing, chit chat… I hate it. He can do it all. Jealously is a terrible thing, but at least I can admit it.
One of the ALL CAPS parts of the evening was the opener, The Night Game. Holy moly.
The Night Game have but a single song on Spotify (btw, anybody remember Napster?) and it was enough for John to request them as his opening act on this stretch of the tour.
That’s like getting a B on an Algebra test and being set for the rest of the semester.
Watching Mayer’s career unfold has been pretty fun, albeit infuriating, given my jealousy.
However… he has already become one of the greats.
I won’t suggest keeping an eye out for this guy because… well…