John Mayer Archives

John Mayer slipped into a neon green thong aboard the “Mayercraft” cruise, which went to the Bahamas this past weekend.

Kazakhstani TV talking head Borat, aka Sacha Baron Cohen, wore the same green thong two years ago on the beach at The Cannes Film Festival.

Who wore it best — JOHN MAYER or BORAT? More Here! »

John Mayer attends talent agent Benny Medina’s 40th birthday party in Hollywood and also leaves Villa Lounge in Los Angeles on Friday.

Johnny departs from LAX Airport in Los Angeles, Calif. on Monday.

20+ pictures of John Mayer flying the friendly skies… More Here! »

Yesterday, John Mayer quit blogging in a self-conscious fit, deleting all of his past entries and claiming to be “DONE & DUSTED & SELF-CONSCIOUS & BACK TO WORK.”

But he updated that latest entry this morning!

Yesterday, Mayer left a little quote at the end of his entry: “There is danger in theoretical speculation of battle, in prejudice, in false reasoning, in pride, in braggadocio. There is one safe resource, the return to nature…”

Mayer linked the “n” in speculation to a time travel forum. This morning, he updated the entry by removing the “n” link and inserting a link on the entire word resource. “Resource” is now linked to a garbled webpage at Potatloland.com, which has lots of links to YouTube videos.

One of the more prominent links on said webpage is for a user WellstonePictures.

MAYER IS PLAYING WITH OUR MINDS.

Musician John Mayer has just deleted all the entries off his blog at JohnMayer.com.

He left a message for his fans saying, “DONE & DUSTED & SELF-CONSCIOUS & BACK TO WORK.”

Mayer also left a little quote beneath that: “There is danger in theoretical speculation of battle, in prejudice, in false reasoning, in pride, in braggadocio. There is one safe resource, the return to nature…”

Curiously enough, Mayer linked the “n” in speculation to a time travel forum with the topic title of “Positive, Negative and O Vortexes”.

VORTEXES!!!

MAYER ‘N MILEY

John Mayer is a Hannah Montana fan!

The 30-year-old singer/songwriter posed backstage with 15-year-old Miley Cyrus at the “Hannah Montana: Best of Both Worlds” Tour on Saturday during her Las Vegas stop.

How cute–he really is a kid at heart. Let’s hope Mayer blogs about his concert experience!

Also pictured: Miley’s mother Leticia “Tish” Cyrus and her older half-sister, Brandi.

John Mayer sticks up for his ex-girlfriend Jessica Simpson in his latest blog entry, titled “DON’T EX WITH TEXAS.” Get it? Get it??? Oh, that Mayer.

Lately, Jessica’s been getting a lot of flack for screwing up the performance of her current flame, Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo. Dallas crashed out of the NFL play-offs earlier this week when the New York Giants beat them 21-17. Here’s John putting up his dukes for poor ol’ Jessica:

“Dear Dallas and Surrounding Areas,

This isn’t a sports blog, and it isn’t a publicity stunt. (but have at me if it feels right.)

This is about doing what I think is right as a person, in this case speaking my mind.

I have never known anyone to have more pride in their home state and their upbringing in it than Jessica Simpson has in Texas. I don’t really follow sports, but I have played some of my biggest and best concerts in your state, and having witnessed how dynamic the spirit there is, I’m betting emotions are running high right about now.

All witty barbs, blogs, and fashion policing aside, that girl loves Texas more than you know. It’s one of her most defining traits as a person. So please don’t try and take that away from her. (You probably wouldn’t be able to, but it’s less work for all involved.)

I just thought it would mean something coming from the guy who has the absolute least to gain from this. And if I’m out of line in having written it, too bad. I can spare a Wednesday’s worth of bad press if it means sticking up for a good soul.

JM”

How sweet of him!

John Mayer just blogged about his admiration for his housemate Chad and the important message of, “Don’t Drink and Drive!” Check out his most recent blog:

“UNDER THE (IMPRESSION I CAN) INFLUENCE (PEOPLE AROUND ME)

I’m taking to the blog today to share something with you that I feel more passionate about than I saw coming. I want to make it short and sweet so that anybody who wants to re-print it can copy and paste without editing…

Went out to dinner Thursday night. My car. One glass of wine. Carpooled from dinner to go out to one more place. Everyone in my car. At the next spot, I do the Diet Coke with Lime thing. My favorite scotch (Lagavulin 16 year) arrives under my nose. “Can’t do it,” I say. Then I find out my friend has switched to Designated Driver and has a plan that involves everyone getting home safe. Cool. I love Lagavulin when the time is right. Now it’s the end of the night and I’m feeling wonderfully buzzy and ready to get dropped off to my house in my car, except the person that was going to follow my car in the DD’s car to drive him back isn’t in shape to drive either.

It’s 2 o’clock in the morning. I call my housemate Chad. Chad’s sleeping. He was in the studio all day. I explain to him that I need him to jump in the back seat of my car, ride to the DD’s car and drive me back home. Of course Chad says “yes” and comes through like a champ. A champ, I say.

Here’s what I want to tell you:

If I, incredibly hot/fugly John Mayer can make that call, so can you.

The distance from the parking lot to my house was about 5 miles, mostly straight shot up the coast of Santa Monica, zero traffic. And I didn’t drive it. Me. The guy who gets the VIP velvet rope treatment in life.

Oh, and the call? It’s not the coolest you’ll ever sound. And the logistics? It’s kind of inelegant. You trace the same route twice when all you want to do is fall into bed. But you gotta do it.

This is all coming from a guy who you can be sure would have found a sexier way to get home if there was one available. And there just isn’t, especially in LA. (You can be sexy again the next day when you wake up with the rest of your big, beautiful life in front of you.)

I’m not writing this to earn golf claps, it’s just that if I’m going to stand in any way as an ambassador of something cool or influential, this is more important than any pair of sneakers or a guitar.

And to give a big high five to the Chads of the world.

See you around

JM”

John Mayer is off on another one of his rants on his blog. “Death to Douchebag” is a 1 of a 129-part series, so we have lots more to look forward to on his topic from John! Check out the entry below but he could have just looked it up on UrbanDictionary.com!

“Douchebag.”

“What a douchebag.”

It feels good to say, “douchebag.” It’s got two different plosive sounds, the “D” and “B”, and nicely wedged between is a wonderful “sh” sound (technically known as a voiceless palato-alveolar sibilant, at the risk of coming off douchey) that, when preceded with “oooooh”, give your lips the sensation of sliding on a hardwood floor in a pair of woolen socks.

And “douchebag” was on the vinegary tips of everyone’s tongues this year. Trouble is, I’m not really clear on what it means, and I don’t know that anyone does. I know that I get called one. Pete Wentz from Fallout Boy, by measure of a google search, is a douchebag 11,100 times over, or the number of results that the search engine says exist. Zach Braff, who himself wrote one of the better films I’ve seen in the last decade is also frequently ‘bagged, as is some guy named Brody Jenner. In fact, if you want to go big, so is Michael Stipe, Bono (”supreme douchebag”), Thom Yorke, Will Smith and Brad Pitt.

Are you as confused as I am as to what the common denominator of douchiness is? Is it someone that comes off obnoxious? Self aggrandizing? Ignorant? Or is it just someone who exists out of another person’s comfort zone? And doesn’t that account for almost everyone in the world, celebrity or otherwise? Don’t most people, given the fact that they’re NOT US lie somewhere outside our comfort zone? Ohhhhh…OR…is being a douchebag actually all about having a bigger smile than someone else deems you deserve to in life? I think I’m onto something here. Stick with me.

In the case of Pete Wentz, whom I can comment on personally, I think the guy’s got the job description of musician down pretty damn well. True, it’s not your dad’s rock star template, but he’d be inauthentic if he tried to fit inside it. Pete Wentz has a truckload of ideas. Big, bold, colorful ideas. They’re ideas that have never once had their edges sanded down, and for that reason some people might find him or his band too much to swallow. You know who else had that going for them in their day? Frank Zappa. And David Bowie. And Peter Gabriel. And Elton John. And the Doors. Pretty much every rock band from A-Z existed because of their ignoring conventional boundaries. Pete’s going to keep pretending. Because that’s all art really is. You puff up your sense of pretend as big as you can and then try and live up to it. (Maybe that’s what people think being a douchebag is?)

I personally don’t mind being called a douchebag. I’ve met my fair share of bloggers, and I’m much, much taller than them. It’s also because I need there to be some push on the castle walls, so to speak. I’m not happy when people agree. (Don’t make me start listing the names of seminal artists that weren’t either.) I think it’s easier to call “douchebag” than to confront the possibility that:

THERE ARE OTHER PERSONALITIES IN THIS WORLD THAT ARE NOT INHERENTLY SYMPATHETIC TO OUR OWN.

Maybe I should take this opportunity to define douchebag once and for all; I think if enjoying your life as you choose happens to spill over into treating others without respect, then you’re a total, world-class douchebag.

But then wouldn’t that also serve as a fitting description of the boy who cried “douche”?

Maybe it’s just really fun to say.

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WHO DO YOU THINK is the biggest douchebag is Hollywood?