At the end of the John Mayer show last night I was struck with one thought: How much pot can you possibly bring into SPAC? Answer: Lots. Oodles. Enough to make the performers appear intoxicated on the bigscreen. Honestly, I could think of no other reason why John would use the following as his intro to "My Stupid Mouth" "So I was getting my haircut the other day...I spoke to the haircut artist and it turns out that she had just gotten married. She was saying she was really happy and all and so I asked her 'Have you gotten to the point where you're comfortable shitting with the door open?' And she just stared at me in the salon mirror, as only they can, and seemed really pissed." Yeah. He was solid last night, better than he was when I saw him in November. Something got me though, the feeling as though he's finally understood how big he's gotten since the release of his first album in 2001. I wouldn't say it was cocky-ness but more a sense of pride and like he was putting an end to the humility over making it big. Acceptance, perhaps. It also dawned on me how much I really would like to meet him one day. But I don't want it to be after a show. I want him to know MY name because I was famous or something. And the realization of this desire really got me motivated to get my act together and get published or do something else that's creative that would put me in the spotlight. Cause that's all I really want, you know :) previous - next