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ok john did a Rolling stone article... here are the highlights:
Honestly, do you think you'd have as many girls interested if you weren't John Mayer?
"You don't have to persuade me to be perfectly honest. This gets into a whole chapter: 'Heartthrob.' Because I'm not a heartthrob. I have a butt chin. No underchin. I have a giant head, I'm lanky as can be. I have back-ne. I'm not conventionally attractive, but there is someone who my look totally does it for, no matter what it is. Whether it's the fact that my neck seemingly comes out of my chest and not the top, whether it's that I have terrible posture. I've never labored under the illusion that any of my success has to do with looks."
Today he is dressed in loose-fitting jeans and a brown polo shirt with a tiny embroidered silhouette of himself where the alligator might normally go. "An ill-founded merch idea," he explains, and then gestures to four light towers behind the sofa. "That's the gayest I ever got, putting four different -- color gels in those lights." This duplex costs him $7,500 a month, but he thinks it's worth the expense because he wrote a record here
I have weird phobias," he says. "I'm really afraid of suicide. I'm the last person who will ever commit suicide, but I have a fear of suicide. Like, I hope I don't come down with it. The night I finished the record in L.A., I was on the computer, sitting next to the balcony, and I was like, 'By six o'clock this morning I will be facedown on the pavement beneath the balcony, but I can't help it. What if it's fate?' "
He looks in the mirror, grabs an Afro pick and combs his hair flat against his head. Then he swoops his bangs upward, so that he's got a curlicue that wouldn't look out of place in a John Waters flick. "I wrote a fan letter to Michael J. Fox when I was eleven, asking how I could get my hair like his," he blurts. "Around the time of Secret of My Success, he had a little mullet, with a tuft thing behind his ear. I tried to get that going, but my hair is too thick."
Before he picked up guitar, John wanted to be a radio announcer
His dad:Richard, who at age seventy-six is nineteen years older than his wife.
That John Mayer speaks Japanese comes as a surprise to the two Japanese reporters who have traveled to Camden to conduct brief interviews. I can only assume he's saying something bawdy because he often is, and because the reporters are giggling and blushing. He learned Japanese as a freshman in high school, which is also when he met his first serious girlfriend. "Her mother said she should learn Japanese because it would look good on her college applications," he says, slouching his six-foot-three frame down low on the couch as the tour bus heads back to New York. "There was a magnet program in another town, and we'd get bused together. I was like, 'I love Japanese! Mom, I wanna study Japanese.' When really it's just so you can finger your girlfriend on the bus every morning."
Mayer remembers the first time someone called him "sensitive." He was eleven years old and looking through an issue of Dog Fancy magazine when he came upon an ad for an animal charity. It had a picture of an emaciated pooch, and Mayer just started to bawl. Patting him on the back, his mom said, "Oh, you're a sensitive boy." He still cries at goodbye scenes in movies
Mayer has the same passions as the average twenty-six-year-old American male: He and his bandmates are so geeked-out on the sniper video game Halo that they wear fake Army dog tags bearing their Halo aliases. He doesn't watch as much porn as he used to, but he still has a healthy appreciation for it. He wears the same pair of sneakers almost every day. He is such a regular guy that when we walk down the streets of Manhattan one night, no one takes much notice.
Honestly, do you think you'd have as many girls interested if you weren't John Mayer?
"You don't have to persuade me to be perfectly honest. This gets into a whole chapter: 'Heartthrob.' Because I'm not a heartthrob. I have a butt chin. No underchin. I have a giant head, I'm lanky as can be. I have back-ne. I'm not conventionally attractive, but there is someone who my look totally does it for, no matter what it is. Whether it's the fact that my neck seemingly comes out of my chest and not the top, whether it's that I have terrible posture. I've never labored under the illusion that any of my success has to do with looks."
Today he is dressed in loose-fitting jeans and a brown polo shirt with a tiny embroidered silhouette of himself where the alligator might normally go. "An ill-founded merch idea," he explains, and then gestures to four light towers behind the sofa. "That's the gayest I ever got, putting four different -- color gels in those lights." This duplex costs him $7,500 a month, but he thinks it's worth the expense because he wrote a record here
I have weird phobias," he says. "I'm really afraid of suicide. I'm the last person who will ever commit suicide, but I have a fear of suicide. Like, I hope I don't come down with it. The night I finished the record in L.A., I was on the computer, sitting next to the balcony, and I was like, 'By six o'clock this morning I will be facedown on the pavement beneath the balcony, but I can't help it. What if it's fate?' "
He looks in the mirror, grabs an Afro pick and combs his hair flat against his head. Then he swoops his bangs upward, so that he's got a curlicue that wouldn't look out of place in a John Waters flick. "I wrote a fan letter to Michael J. Fox when I was eleven, asking how I could get my hair like his," he blurts. "Around the time of Secret of My Success, he had a little mullet, with a tuft thing behind his ear. I tried to get that going, but my hair is too thick."
Before he picked up guitar, John wanted to be a radio announcer
His dad:Richard, who at age seventy-six is nineteen years older than his wife.
That John Mayer speaks Japanese comes as a surprise to the two Japanese reporters who have traveled to Camden to conduct brief interviews. I can only assume he's saying something bawdy because he often is, and because the reporters are giggling and blushing. He learned Japanese as a freshman in high school, which is also when he met his first serious girlfriend. "Her mother said she should learn Japanese because it would look good on her college applications," he says, slouching his six-foot-three frame down low on the couch as the tour bus heads back to New York. "There was a magnet program in another town, and we'd get bused together. I was like, 'I love Japanese! Mom, I wanna study Japanese.' When really it's just so you can finger your girlfriend on the bus every morning."
Mayer remembers the first time someone called him "sensitive." He was eleven years old and looking through an issue of Dog Fancy magazine when he came upon an ad for an animal charity. It had a picture of an emaciated pooch, and Mayer just started to bawl. Patting him on the back, his mom said, "Oh, you're a sensitive boy." He still cries at goodbye scenes in movies
Mayer has the same passions as the average twenty-six-year-old American male: He and his bandmates are so geeked-out on the sniper video game Halo that they wear fake Army dog tags bearing their Halo aliases. He doesn't watch as much porn as he used to, but he still has a healthy appreciation for it. He wears the same pair of sneakers almost every day. He is such a regular guy that when we walk down the streets of Manhattan one night, no one takes much notice.