I play mouth guitar. You probably didn’t know that about me. What’s mouth guitar, you ask? It’s the phenomenon that comes over me whenever I listen to a John Mayer song. Not only do I know and love all the words, I know and love all the guitar parts as well. You can’t just sit there, still and silent, while John is killing it on the guitar. So, you have to play mouth guitar. It’s a finely tuned skill that I have developed over the last decade and a half or so. It’s necessary to any authentic John Mayer sing-a-long. And, it’s a real thing. I looked it up on urban dictionary. See for yourself:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mouth+Guitar
Speaking of John Mayer, he has been on my mind lately. Well, if you know me, that’s not really an unusual thing for me to say. He’s pretty much always on my mind in one way or another. I love him. Like, a lot. Not like fangirling type of stalker obsession, but…ok, maybe a little. I’d prefer to say I’m just dedicated and appreciative of his many talents. In my first apartment, which I shared with my fellow John Mayer enthusiast, and best friend, Andrea, I put a picture of John Mayer in our bathroom. No, not because I’m crazy. It was actually because I’m hilarious. I went through the trouble to make a picture (in a frame and all) that said A “John” Picture at the bottom. Get it? Because he’s John, and his picture was in the john? Ok, you know what? Judge me all you want, I don’t care! So anyway, I’ve seen him 5 or 6 times in concert (The fact that I don’t know the exact number proves that I’m not crazy, right?) and plan to see him anytime he’s within a 200-mile radius of me. Or 300, depends on the venue and the time of year. Well, there was that time, I flew to Colorado to see him. Ok, so there’s no mileage limitation. I own every song he’s ever written, covered, or recorded (unless I don’t know about it, in which case I want to!) I know every note on those songs like it’s a part of me. That’s because they are.
Music is powerful. I think we all know that. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, where I’m going, or what mood I’m in – there is a John Mayer song for the occasion. I made a quick chart for you all below of just a tiny sampling:
Mayer Song |
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Associated occasion/thought process |
Wildfire |
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Summer wistfulness |
Wheel |
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Contemplating the nature of life |
Slow Dancing in a Burning Room |
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Impending Break Up |
Who Says? |
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Who gives a F*ck what people think? |
3×5 |
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Don’t forget to live in the moment |
Vultures |
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This beat is cool as hell |
Free Fallin’ cover |
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Tom who? |
Walt Grace |
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Damn, John is a good songwriter |
Something Like Olivia |
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Makes you jealous of someone named Olivia. (Wait, maybe that’s just me) |
I love many other musicians, too, like John Lennon (wait, maybe I have a special place in my heart for John’s?) and the Beatles, Brett Dennen, Jason Mraz, the Backstreet Boys (yes, it’s true, and I still don’t care what you think), the Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Jack White…we could probably be here all day if I keep this up. But, what I’m realizing as time goes on is that John is my go-to guy. He’s my desert island pick. You know that whole, “if you were stranded and you could only pick one album/artist etc…” thing, and then you say to the person asking you, “Why would I only have one? It doesn’t make any sense…” because you don’t want to have to narrow it down to just one. So you say, “Well, can I pick two?” and they say, “No just one, just play along, blah, blah, blah.” Well, for me it’s John.
John hosted the Late Late Show last week for three days. (It was the only three days I have ever in my life watched the Late Late Show. Just sayin’.) He was charming, entertaining, and hilarious as always. But to get to my point, Mary Lynn Rajskub was a guest. You probably know her as Chloe O’Brien from 24. Or at least, that’s where I know her from. She seemed to feel the same way I do about John, and her segment was quite entertaining because it’s always fun to see someone drooling over someone in a way you can relate to. She also said she wrote him a song, which there is a link to below. I highly recommend that you watch it if you’re into funny people, talented musicians, or Chloe O’Brien.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HB0RtYf8Nvo
So, while John is all on my mind from his late night hosting gig and my surplus of John Mayer time this week, one of my best friends, Desiree, posted this on Facebook yesterday:
“Seriously – if there was ONLY one thing we could universally agree on in the US, it would be that Prince is the coolest dude there is.”
First of all, I had to laugh, because despite loving her to death, we disagree frequently in our opinions, so this was just par for the course. Below this post, was a stream of comments totally in agreement with her about Prince being amazing. My response was not similar. My immediate reaction was WHAT??????? (aka wtf kind of world would agree on such an egregious thing?) I don’t get Prince. Like, at all. (which I promptly told her in the comments of her post.) I don’t think he’s cool, or sexy, or good, or entertaining. I don’t like his voice, or his songs, or to watch him perform. I seriously do not understand why people swoon over him. (But I still love you anyway, Des.)
But, the reason I don’t get Prince and everyone else does is because for me, he doesn’t have that indescribable, intangible factor that any musician you truly love has to have – those vibes that radiate from every pore of them, every note, and every breath. My Prince vibe radar is dead – no response, non-functioning (I’m way OK with that.) He’s not my guy. And John Mayer is. Prince doesn’t speak to my soul. He doesn’t make sense to me. But John Mayer does.
Some people (perish the thought) would say the same thing about Johnny boy. They don’t get him. He’s unlikeable. He’s a womanizer. He’s mediocre. (All their words, not mine.) He himself has commented about how widely hated he is and has been since a string of bad press about five years ago. The bad press was not unwarranted, believe me. But I never, not for one second, stopped loving him. His music wasn’t tainted, as can sometimes happen when you find things out about musicians outside of their music itself. I never even flinched. There is nothing that could ever make me. The Mayer Factor is impermeable for me.
Andrea, my aforementioned best friend, and I always joke about how we don’t care about any of those rumors and bad press. We know he’s a good guy. We know the real John (umm, yeah. We don’t. But we FEEL like we do…you know, through our deep connection to his music.) We just want to chill with him in Montana and sit around a campfire together while he writes music casually, plays guitar with his hands and his face (he does that, I know it sound weird, but he does that), and makes us laugh with his wit and crooked smile. Sounds pretty good to me.