John Mayer #17 - Hyde Park, Londen, June 28th

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John Mayer kicks off a national tour this summer and is bringing along newcomers Colbie Caillat and Brett Dennen as opening acts. Both California-bred folk-pop artists were featured performers on Mayer's Mayercraft Carrier last month, the three-day Bahamian cruise designed to give fans the most intimate Mayer experience yet (look no further than his Borat-inspired swimsuit for proof), and were hand-picked by the Grammy-winning singer-songwriter himself. If 2007's Continuum tour is any indication, concert-goers can expect the occasional sit-in among sets as well. The trek is scheduled to start in July with a full list of dates to be announced soon.

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Op maandag 10 maart 2008 20:18 schreef FoggyFreek het volgende:
Ik zit er toch stevig aan te denken de 22e maar gewoon dat geld voor het park neer te tellen.. Ik heb hem vorig jaar gemist en dat laat ik me niet nog es overkomen!

PS :
me playing Who did you think i was van John Mayer

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Op woensdag 12 maart 2008 13:14 schreef SlaggY het volgende:
Heb ook eens wat opgezocht over die Pino Palladino, die man heeft echt een indrukwekkende lijst van namen waarmee hij gespeeld heeft. . Speelt hij nu nog regelmatig met John Mayer? Of was dat alleen tijdens Continium en Try! ?

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Op vrijdag 14 maart 2008 21:47 schreef Laertes het volgende:

De geniaalste uitvoering van Stop This Train staat weer op youtube, waarschijnlijk niet voor lang.
Stop This Train (Austin City Limits '08)

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Op zaterdag 15 maart 2008 10:45 schreef Laertes het volgende:
En thanks in return

_{heb je toevallig ook het programma'tje waarmee je als het ware het geluid dat naar je boxen gestuurd wordt op kan nemen?}

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FROM THE HEART....

I need to write this.

I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a ticket home yet. I haven't spoken very much out loud these days, but I've been thinking to myself in what feels like surround sound. I can see so many things clearly, and feel so connected to myself and the world around me that I need to share the perspective with you.

I'm already aware that when I sing, say or write anything, 50 percent of the response will be in support of it and the other 50 will want to discount it. This blog, though, is directed to 100 percent of people reading it. If my blog truly does have any cultural effect, then it should be used for more than just pictures of sneakers and funny youtube videos. (If you don't think my blog has any effect, than you can't by definition be reading this right now and therefore don't have to respond to it in any way. Isn't that tidy?)

What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.

This is about us all.

This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic.

This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done poring over images of herself, will post one on her myspace page and then write something like " I don't give a f*ck what you think about me."

This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe.

This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.

This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man.

This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that.

I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing.

And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right.

What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me.

Root for others.

Give more and expect the same in return, but over time.

Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that.

And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you.

I'm going quiet now.

John