Celeb Crush: John Mayer.

Don’t worry, this is just the first of MANY posts about my celeb crushes. I’m always trying to find ways to make this blog more dynamic, and with no (real) man in my life, I am left to drool over celeb dudes.

And hey, there’s nothing wrong with that!

So yeah, John Mayer. Anyone who knows me, even a little, knows I’m quite obsessed with Mr. Mayer, but I know he’s not a popular dude among most, so I try not to fill my blog pages with it, but today I’m making an exception.

I haven’t always liked John.

In fact, when his first album (Room For Squares) came out, I thought he was trying be another Dave Matthews, and at the time, I loved Dave Matthews.

But then I saw John perform at a street festival, and I borrowed the CD from my dad. The more I listened, the more I loved. And I’ve been a fan ever since I was 16.

Since then, I have not missed a single tour of his (I actually saw him 3 times on his most recent tour) nor an album release date. I try my best to catch all of his interviews, on TV and in magazines. Guests in my home are warmly greeted by his shirtless Rolling Stone magazine cover; my coworkers are aware of my mounted Mayer poster that sits in my office window.

What can I say? I love the guy.

And, like it is for most musicians, this crush has about nothing to do with looks. I love John Mayer as a writer, a singer, as a performer… if he was a nobody on the street, I doubt I would give him a second glance.

And that is the way this world turns.

Part of my love for John Mayer, I think, has to do with timing. When his first album came out, he was 25 and I was 16. So he was singing about graduating high school, moving out and on to college, when all of those things were on my mind.

His next album, Heavier Things, was about finding yourself and discovering love, both of which I was doing at college.

For me, his songs have resonated with my life at all stages. As he changes, so do I—not because of him, just because of life, and I’ve just been blessed to have his music as a soundtrack.

A few weeks ago, at his show in Louisville, Kentucky, he played a song (Why Georgia) from his first album. I was there with my best friend, and as we heard the opening chords, we looked at each other, and screamed, tears forming in our eyes.

It was a song I can recall singing as I drove my first car from the plains of Indiana all the way south to Louisiana for college. It has been an amazing, and interesting, journey following a singer/songwriter like John Mayer all these 12 years.

As for his Twitter shenanigans and comments about Jessica Simpson and all that—I have never worried or cared when celebrities step out of line. I chalk it up to a life that I just don’t understand—I’ll never know what it’s like to be under the microscope and I know that nobody is perfect.

Well, except maaaaybe John Mayer.

“Everybody is just a stranger, but that’s the danger in going my own way, guess that’s the price  I have to pay. Still ‘Everything happens for a reason’ is no reason not to ask myself if I am living it right?” —John Mayer, Why Georgia