John Mayer got all broody and floppy haired in the pages of GQ this month. Kinda hot, right? Back in March we saw John with Jess by his side in Atlanta for this photoshoot -- awwww, sometimes I miss them and their light-hold hair products. Speaking of the Simpson-Mayer duo, John talked a little bit about that relationship in the pages of the magazine. Here's more:
- On caring about what people thought: I’m actually finished with that part of my image—with caring about that part of my image. I’m kind of at my quietest that I’ve ever been. And I’m at my happiest I’ve ever been. I do not take the outside world into my house with me. I just don’t care anymore. It’s vapor. When somebody wants to take a picture of you coming out of a restaurant, it doesn’t matter. Whether you save a falling baby’s life or whether you fall yourself on the ground drunk, it’s gone, lost in the sea of DUIs and crotch shots. And it just doesn’t matter.
- On what matters: What does matter is answering your fans, letting them know you exist still in the same way you always did, that the names change and the dollar values go up but you still exist in the same timeline of a person as you always did. That you still love playing music, you still know right from wrong, you can still smell bullshit like anyone else can.
- On Speaking In Japanese to Ryan Seacrest at the Grammys: Ryan Seacrest is like my own little Richard Simmons. I like bits. I practiced that line for three days. When Ryan says, “You know I have to ask you” —which is one of the dumbest prefaces of all time—I think, Maybe I’ll just answer you in Japanese. And then you’ll have to figure it out. So now I’m the guy on top.
While I do appreciate his feisty sense of humor, I miss him and Jess. Though, to be fair, I might be the only one.
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