Literally, Genevieve Clare

jhnmyr: NYC. Rainy Tuesday.

I know John Mayer is a certified asshole, but I’m not going to lie to you people.  I’m ridiculously excited about his concert tonight.  I know the whole “but he’s a phenomenal singer and guitar player” argument isn’t valid anymore.  I don’t really care what he said about Jennifer Aniston or Jessica Simpson, but his racist comments were fundamentally unacceptable.

All of that being said, we bought these tickets six months ago and I’m sure as hell going to scream my heart out to each and every word tonight.  He is one of my all-time favorite artists, and his songs have gotten me through many bumpy flights and were the soundtrack to a lot of important drives with the windows down.  Continuum came out right before I met Pete, and it will forever remind me of driving around Atlanta and falling in love.

So there, I said it.  My name is Genna and I still love John Mayer.  But I’m going to scream “Douchebag!” if there happens to be a quiet moment at Madison Square Garden tonight.