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
You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.
I knew what I wanted to do when I was 13 and I had to go through four years of high school to get out. That's a blessing, because I never had to lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling going, 'What am I going to do with my life?'
I've never walked into a restaurant, asked for a table and been told, 'We're full.'
A man's got two shots for jewelry: a wedding ring and a watch. The watch is a lot easier to get on and off than a wedding ring.
Sometimes I get so bold and I'm so confident about what I'm doing that I actually try to be more of a dork because it's a really liberating feeling to experience what it's like to not care.
You should have a picture of yourself as a kid in your home so that you remember where you came from.
I was very successful from a very early age, and I want to keep 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.
What I've learned in my life, it's a very interesting social study for me, to go back and forth between being the guy at home and being the guy on the road and being the guy in studio and being the guy in the interview. The environment around you has so much to do with your character, and when I'm home, my character really changes quite a bit.
Friends, lovers, or nothing, we can really only ever be one.
Welcome to the real world, she said to me. Condescendingly. Take a seat. Take your life. Plot it out in black and white.
God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.
I may have taken someone through the wringer psychologically, but I've never been sinister.