John Mayer

Lately I have been listening to John Mayer on an almost constant rotation. In my car, at work, when I'm falling asleep...all the damn time. I know that his music has been out there forever and I have always appreciated his musicianship. It's good, but I have never been a crazed, rabid fan.

Then, I started seeing Fuzzy Face. The first night that I spent with him I vividly remember making out with him furiously and taking my shirt off while "Heartbreak Warfare" was blasting out of the speakers upstairs. I can recall thinking, "Oh my God, this is going to change things". It was the first time I had had been with anyone in a long, LONG time. I seriously thought that no one was going to find me attractive ever again. I was convinced of it as a matter of fact.

So I was playing on YouTube and started listening to song after song after song. The chords that Mr. Mayer chooses for his guitar resonate with my soul and the head space I am in right now. I am a junkie for that bluesy relaxed guitar.

Now as I sit and listen away so many hours I think I've got this figured out. That sexy, emotional, full, rich music reminds me of what it feels like to be me. The actual me...good God. Where has she been? I've got swing, sex appeal, swagger, love, light, happiness, and hope. I have found a good spot for me. And if making it to John Mayer got me there, well, thank you to FF for having Cities 97 on that night, thanks to YouTube for making it all so accessible, and thank you Mr. Mayer for putting out such good tunes.