I remember when I saw him for the first time -- in Atlanta. I was 14 and when he walked out, I cried.
I loved his music and sure I thought he was cute and still may or may not. I loved watching his interviews and I have seen him more than a handful of times. I use to play his music every single morning when I woke up, not just in my bedroom but I woke my house up by blaring John Mayer throughout the house. I burnt multiple cds for people who'd never heard of him and I watched every Thanksgiving episode of him on Letterman.
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Now.
I am not writing this blog to express my love for John Mayer. I am writing this blog because the documentary took my back. It reminded me just how much life really does change, no matter how bad you want good moments to last forever and bad ones to leave quickly. It is still life and it still carries on. With that being said. I watched the screen with tears in my eyes while he explained what it felt like when he realeased his first cd. What he felt like when he lost himself completely and what it felt like when he got stopped because of his vocal cords giving out on him. I was a fan through all of it. It was the Continuum tour when I saw him for the first time. It was that cd that got me through a lot in 10th grade, so much in 10th grade. It was the Mayercraft cruise that I found out I really wanted to be a band manager (that had been a dream for a couple of years at that point). 'Stop This Train" was my graduation song, and the first time I saw him on the Battle Studies tour he was great, It was him -- then the second time I saw him later on the tour it wasn't him. He'd lost himself-- shortly after the terrible interviews were released and I just kept telling myself that it was all because he was lost. Then he walked away for a while. I was still a fan.
I know this all sounds like a blog by a fan girl, but it's not. His music seemed to be there for me when nobody else could be. I didn't know Jesus then I just knew good music with powerful lyrics. As I watched the documentary, reminiscing on all of the things in my life that have happened since being 14 and all of the emotions that are so connected to those lyrics. I thanked Jesus for John Mayer and his music. I thanked Jesus that it was John Mayer that I liked and not some other crazy off the wall musician. It was a real musician, with a real life, with real lyrics, a creative soul who lived to write music and could play a guitar so well that I am sure Stevie Ray Vaughn would have been proud.
I am now 22, and I still say John Mayer is my favorite artist. I say that 'Your Body is a Wonderland" is my favorite song. And the funny thing is I go weeks without listening to him, then he comes on shuffle on my iPod and I'm taken back. What I love even more is listening to his music and being able to hear my Pepaw say, 'he's gone country' or hear my mom say 'i sure do miss you listening to this in the house every morning' or listening to new friends ask 'who is your favorite musician?' and when I say John Mayer they seem a bit thrown off. My favorite thing to do now is find the lyrics in his songs that could be about Jesus-- simply because I could write a hymn off of 'Gravity.' I clearly don't come off as the girl who use to want to be a band manger, move to New York City and knew every John Mayer lyric by heart. but I was her for a long season.
It is a season that I have hid very well at some points because I didn't want to seem like a fan girl, but you can make your own judgements on that one. I am a fan. I am a girl & I am thankful for his music.
"things will continue to change, but I will just be continuing the story" -J.M
His story has shown me that it is okay to change. I think that's how Jesus created us, He didn't place us on this earth in hopes of us staying the same. He gives us different seasons to help shape us to become the final product-- This was part of my story. It was the soundtrack to my life for awhile. I grew up knowing it. And I loved it.
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