Way way way back in the day, when I was a junior in high school, my two BFF's (Ceara Dille & Jackie Twitchell) and I went to see John Mayer in concert at USANA amphitheater. The venue was pretty new, and John Mayer hadn't been famous all that long. In fact, Maroon 5 was his opening act and they had just released their very first song that summer. Anyway, I remember having so much fun at that show, and I also remember that Mr. Mayer put on a really good show. So when I saw that he was coming back to USANA, I decided to take my parents for their birthdays. My sister, Sarah came, too. Chelsea opted out.
It was a fun night. Fancy Taco Time for dinner - my choice! The music was good (not the opening act, Owl City, they were the worst). I meant that John Mayer was really, really good. That is, his music was pretty much out of this world...when he wasn't talking psycho-babble during his songs! I don't know if he was drunk, or high, or if he's really just a creeper, but it seriously made me question Jennifer Aniston's sanity for dating him over and over. He talked for like 5 minutes during a stretched-out version of Gravity, which is one of my faves, and it kinda ruined it. Not to mention, he made fun of people in the audience - totally embarrassed some girl holding a sign. He did a Jimmy Hendrix cover, which blew us all away, and all of his solos were INSANE. But I could go the rest of my life without hearing that guy speak (not sing) and be just fine, I'm sure.
I've since concluded that I was really dumb in high school (I don't think that was it), or Johnny boy's head has grown just a tad and he's now on the D-bag end of the fame spectrum these days. One thing I know for sure: He's no Paul McCartney. And I think Sir Paul may have ruined all future concerts for me, just by rocking my world so so so hard.
Proof that we really did have fun: