John Mayer
John Mayer
John Clayton Mayeris an American singer-songwriter, guitarist and producer. He was born in Bridgeport, Connecticut, and raised in nearby Fairfield. He attended Berklee College of Music in Boston, Massachusetts, but disenrolled and moved to Atlanta, Georgia, in 1997 with Clay Cook. Together, they formed a short-lived, two-man band called Lo-Fi Masters. After their split, Mayer continued to play local clubs—refining his skills and gaining a following. After his appearance at the 2001 South by Southwest Festival, he was signed to...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth16 October 1977
CountryUnited States of America
I'm not deluded enough to think that everyone who knows my name is a listener. You know, I hope that part of that interest - part of that public interest - has to do with me still making records that people like.
Maybe someday you can accuse somebody of being a poseur by selling out and playing blues music, but that's just not going to happen in my lifetime.
I like giving people something they don't want to miss the next time. It's a show with little twists and turns and curves. It has me being silly and stupid and compassionate and completely deep.
There's a constantly applicable nature to soul music, whereas sometimes pop music can be a periodical.
Look, demanding somebody do anything in this day and age is not going to fly.
I wanted to be a blues guitar player. And a singer. And a songwriter. Not a shock jock.
It's so interesting how success hits people and how they react to it.
When you do an interview with me, you're talking to a cheap imitation of the person that I really am. There's no magic in my words, it's just me talking.
I'm someone who would like to act like I don't care, but I care.
Most times when you try to be all things to all people, you end up being nothing.
Love is like grass. If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. But you'll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. Now maybe the stain ruined your favourite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. And with time, it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.
Sometimes I get scared that I’m going to enter a web address into Twitter thinking it was my browser. That would be bad.
I need to learn how to start saying no. Like when someone says ‘please stop choking me.’
I'm pretty good at taking accountability now, and I never did anything to deserve that. It was a really lousy thing for her to do.