I heart John Mayer

I have been bad about the Monday postings, but now school is about to start again I guess I'll have to return to my routine. Until then however, I am going to live up the summer.

Last night, B, S, and M and I went to the Tweeter Center to see Sheryl Crow and John Mayer. B scored some tickets from work and called me on Sunday to see if I would want to tag along.

Of course I did:
1) I enjoy music concerts.

2) Had just watched John Mayer on the Today the previous Friday and sung along to "Wonderland," when it played on the easy listening station that was piped into the sushi restaurant ET#2 and I were at on Saturday.

3) I harbor a tween girl crush on John Mayer. (and since he is only 1 year younger than me it is not sooooo icky)

Road trip down to the Tweeter Center in Mansfield. I tried to serenade the car with my rendition of "Daughters," but it was met with a luke warm reception. However, our stop at the Dunkin' Donuts for sausage sandwhiches, doughnuts and bathrooms was very welcomed by all.

At the Tweeter Center parked in our VIP (b/c that is how my homie B rolls) parking space. We entered throught the VIP gate and mulled around with the common folk to eat our hotdogs. MMMMMM carnie food. As we walked towards our seats, I started feeling weird as we got closer, closer, closer to the stage.

HOLY MOLY! B scored us seats 6 rows from the stage dead center. Sheryl Crow opened the show. Her blonde hair flew around as she rocked on her semi-acoustic guitar. She wore a tight white tank top, with tight white pants, and white and gold suspenders. She was cool. She also was not wearing any panties. How do I know? Because our seats were that freakin' close.

John Mayer took the stage in a different manner. He wore his oversized hoodie sweater, over his white t-shirt and khaki cargo pants. His long curly hair was not hot like Sheryl's but kept getting in his eyes. But there is something endearing about that. He reminded me of one of my stoner friends from high school. Like a well-to-do New England white boy, who looked like he rolled out of bed and recite Marley and Dylan lyrics to rebel from his ultra conservative parents.

No, John Mayer is not cool. When he sings or is riffing on his guitar, he looks constipated. But I guess that is his appeal. He is adorable. Someone who seems genuinely excited to play his music, and someone smart enough to know how to amp up the cute not the cool.

I also think he is going through an image crisis. He is no longer the acoustic guitar singer songwriter. He is more bluesy. I was surprised by his ability to jam. The boy can play the guitar.

At one point in the show a girl five rows from me shouted "I love you, John."

And he responded, "I love you too."

Now why didn't I think of doing that? Oh that is right I am 30. Sigh. Maybe I'll scribble in the margins of my lab notebook, I heart John Mayer.