I’m a woman, a daughter, a mother, a sister, a friend, a fan, an awesome cook, a writer, a beachbum, a closet travel agent, a fighter against all things unfair, an advocate of animal rights, an entrepreneur, a music lover, a Mayer fan, I'm WhyGeorgia and above all else, I am a child of God.
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My Mayer friends are actually some of my best friends of all. You find out who really cares when the bad things happen in life. Mayer friends rallied around me. Some of my so called “other” friends, turned their heads or talked behind my back.
Without a doubt, my life is fuller, richer in so many ways simply because I took an interest once upon a time so many years ago and started caring about this tall lanky multi-faceted guy named Mayer and his richly woven lyrics and music. The friends I have made through John are second to none. Wonder how many other artist’s fans can claim the same?
Dear John, I know it has been said over and over. And perhaps you are tired of hearing it… and perhaps all of you following me are too, but…
Thank you John, not just for the music, but for having such amazing fans.
My friends and family do not really understand this, but the friendships formed through your fan base has been amazing. The bonds formed, the support given and the fun times, cannot be properly expressed.
We share music, pictures, heartaches, good news, silliness, laughter, tears, hopes and fears.
This is not done, just on social sites, but in chat, on the phone, in emails and in person… well, not in person for me as everyone lives everywhere BUT West Virginia.
Your fans have helped each other through divorce, death, heartache, job loss, health issues and identity crises. They are, an amazing group of people.
So thank you for introducing me to such an amazing group of people. And to those friends, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, a huge thank you.
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@jhnmyr:Only you John. Only you. Unfreaking believable. Just what I needed to see upon retiring for the night. Mayer sitting on the toilet taking a dump in all his glory. #TMIYATHINK? Now I’ll have nightmares! Thank you!
DJing from the bathroom using djay remote. Sweet release! #TMI #DealWithIt #endoftourparty
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My recommendation? Spend a nice long vacation on the beach, toes in sand, tall cool drink, nothing but sun sand and solitude. First and foremost, take care of you. Get some much deserved rest Johnny. Love you and thanks for an awesome summer!
GPOYW - A Self Portrait of The Artist Three Days Before His Metaphoric Retirement
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When October Came
October came and went
like a thief with no conscience.
It stole you from my very soul
while I stood by helplessly
watching you fade.
Your hand silently reaching out to me
time and time again
but over time you slipped into darkness
where I could reach you no more.
They say I hold you inside;
that our memories can never die
But I feel empty and soulless
in the place where my heart once lived
25 years of living erased in an instant.
In the silence of night
I’m consumed with hatred and anger
and all things dark,ugly and unspeakable.
By day, I wear that face; that phony facade
That all have come to expect.
But you know the truth
as sure as you knew my every thought;
my every mood; my every fear.
Where are you now?
Why can’t you talk to me?
Another night of sobbing in the darkness
Another night of an aching relentless sadness
that doesn’t go away.
Stephanie Dean 09/07/2010
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one forty plus: Cozy. →
Good move if you ask me. But who am I? ;-)
I had 3.3 million Twitter followers back in March April when I announced that I’d be predominantly posting on Tumblr, a site that takes all of 25 seconds to sign up for. Five months later I have just passed 50,000 followers, a fraction of my Twitter base… I will leave the opining up to you, but I…
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Awwww, poor John.
The Woodlands, TX 9/5/2010
John was a total trooper and played his ass off even though he was in some serious hurt.
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one forty plus: Saddened →
“Via 4029tv.com: SPRINGDALE, Ark. — Micayla Patterson, 17, was killed when the truck she was riding in was hit near downtown Tulsa. Patterson was returning home after a John Mayer concert.”
I’m sitting in my dressing room in Houston, having just read this terrible news. My heart and…
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I take it Fed Ex came? ::smirk:: Very cool. Your enthusiasm for watches is infectious!
The “Bigger” Pilot:
Original B-UHR IWC Observer’s Pilot Watch, made for the WWII Luftwaffe. These large watches (55mm!) contained high-quality pocket-watch movements for use in aircraft navigation. They were attached to the arm with long leather straps that fit around the outside of the flying clothing. Very few of these authentic watches were issued, with only a handful surviving WWII.
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Thinking bout you…and now this song is stuck in my head!!!
Hugs,
Steph
After a few hours of the Solu-Medrol, I am now officially on fire. This med really hits me hard. So, as I lay here… on fire… with the sheets soaking wet, this song runs through the middle of my head, and of course, it is John’s voice I hear singing it.
Of the different videos available of John covering this song, I chose this one… and a few of you know why. ;)
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I bet this is the coolest thing about touring; finding all these little hither-to unknown spots and finding unique and interesting things to do. Love it. So good to see all of you having fun!
Day off in Salt Lake City, UT… Milling around the Apple store, met a guy named Ben who said he had a print shop featuring old style letterpressing… his business card definitely lived up to the hype. He offered to show us around the shop and we obliged… Spent about 90 minutes looking at amazing paper stock as well as some beautiful old print machines that he had restored. Never one to walk away empty handed, I asked if we could all have a go at working on a simple project. Ben broke out the old letter press blocks and since our favorite show is Eastbound and Down we decided to make a print of our favorite tour exclamation made famous by BMW dealer Ashley Shaeffer, “WOOH!”
Everyone involved got a chance to turn the lever and produce at least one print. We didn’t expect to love the finished product as much as we do, but we do… limited edition of 13, maybe I’ll slip a few into the merchandise booth and split the profits with the guys so we can buy a case of beer and some new Wiffle balls.
Keep an eye out for some cool limited edition letterpress goodies coming in the next few months… And thanks to Ben Webster at The Mandate Press.
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I just can’t get past it
You know today is 8/21. In 3 days, it will be 10 months, just short of a year since my husband, Bobby died very unexpectedly of a massive stroke.
I don’t talk about it much anymore. I don’t talk about it at all. I have no pictures of him displayed on my walls or my desk.
Truth is I don’t discuss him unless someone else brings it up. I know that’s wrong. I know it isn’t normal.
Why? Why really?
I need to go to counseling soooo bad. My husband of 25 years has been dead for 10 months. I have yet to truly deal with grief. You see, I’m too damn busy feeling anger. I’m not talking simple anger here people. I’m talking white hot anger.
My Dad said “I’m sure he didn’t want to die!”
He’s right. I’m sure he didn’t.
But he also did NOTHING to take care of himself or take preventative measures to see that it didn’t happen. He smoked like a chimney and he drank like a fish. He wasn’t happy with one jello pudding; he’d dump 3 of them into a bowl, add a brownie and whipped cream to it.
He never saw a doctor; yet insisted I did. I would ask him if he was on a mission to self-destruct and he would reply “you would be so much better off without me. You’ll do fine” I hated him when he said that and I would get so damned mad.
He’s gone. He’s gone and he did it. Damn it, he did it!
I hope he’s happy. I am so alone and so without the ending to the rest of my life and I hate him for it.
Yeah, I said it. I hate him. I have never gotten done with being angry. I’m so angry that I can’t even grieve.
I’m angry that he left me. I’m angry that he didn’t love me enough to stay with me.
I’m angry that he took the rest of my life away. Everything; all of our dreams and plans are gone. We’ll never have the honeymoon we never got. We’ll never renew our vows. He’ll never be here to see his grandchildren grow up or his daughter even have a grandchild and he so adored Kim.
John is on tour and Bob loved John’s music almost as much as I did. John once played Neon at an Atlanta show simply because my husband requested it. It reminded him of my late niece, Melissa. Bob would’ve adored seeing John in Mansfield this month. He not only loved John’s music but he was a huge fan of Train.
At the show when Train played, I couldn’t stop crying.
When John sang “Edge of Desire” I seriously lost it and a couple that was near by, hugged me and helped me get through it.
I’m lonely. I miss him and yet I’m too mad to grieve.
That’s it. That’s all. Done.
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Ok girls… and a few of you guys, this is for you. I have yet to really explain my night last night/Sunday night. And much of what I have to say I will be saying in private… so if you want the *juicy details, just message me.
I cannot really explain the night. It was pure magic. John was on from the moment his foot hit the stage. The audience was amazing. The fans around me were awesome and we had a great time chatting.
Ain’t No Sunshine was… WOW. I cried… then he went into Heart of Life. And again… made me cry more. Then he jammed on Heart of Life and gave me all the left foot action a bunny could hope for. Yes, he danced a jig to Heart of Life.
Gravity. Seriously. The BEST ever!!
Then it was over… without Edge of Desire. I know, we get an encore… but… would I get my song? OMG, when he started it… I… yes… again, I cried.
John, I seriously cannot thank you enough for an amazing show. And for a few extra things you threw in. ;) It made my night… my week… my year. It was sooooo appreciated. You truly left me exhausted… you got so much energy from me… and the rest of the audience. A rare experience indeed.
*juicy details = boring for most but my girls will appreciate it. ;)
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Aperture: Why? →
Why do we not reach out to others more?
It’s us against them and the “them” is life. As I look around me, it seems everyone is having a rough life. A dear Mayer friend of ours just lost her mother to cancer, just a month after losing her grandma to cancer. My sister was 24 hours away from losing…
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John Mayer should host SNL (New group on Facebook!) →
Hey, it worked for Betty White! Let’s rally the Mayer troops and get this done people!
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The Untitled Carl Mayer Project: I take exception to the constant use of the term “oil spill” to... →
I take exception to the constant use of the term “oil spill” to describe what is happening in the Gulf of Mexico.
Depending on your point of view (and on your stock holdings), this is anything from an “unfortunate incident” to a “ecological catastrophe” but it is most definitely not a “spill.”
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