Just this past week, I was lucky enough to see John Mayer's "The Search For Everything" tour. It was everything I expected and more. When he came out on stage I'm not going to lie, I teared up a little bit (or a lot), but I just wanted to talk about what his music means to me.
Have you ever been to a concert or listened to that song(s) that gives you chills. Can you close your eyes and transport to another world? That's what it was like seeing John Mayer on April 11 at the United Center. I was so excited when my mom told me that my birthday present this year was going to be tickets to his concert (even though my birthday is in September, which is beside the point).
When I was in 7th grade, I saw John Mayer for the first time. He was doing his "Where The Light Is" tour, and I got to go because I passed 7th-grade math (which was a bitch). At this time, I lived in Indiana. Going to Chicago was always a treat for me, and once we arrived it all felt real to me. I had spent countless hours doing homework in my bedroom listening to every one of his songs. Singing at the top of my lungs, playing air guitar, and dancing. He was my favorite artist, and I knew every song.
When we arrived at The United Center, I had never been. I couldn't believe how big it was, and that my favorite person in the world was about to serenade me all of my favorite tunes. When he came out on stage, it seemed surreal. He had on skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and black converse. He sang, danced, cracked jokes, and played amazing guitar solos. It was such a magical night, and of course, I cried.
Fast forward to this year. I am 20 years old, not a little 7th grader anymore who just passed my math class. I don't dance around my apartment anymore, sing at the top of my lungs, and play air guitar (well not that much anyway...). I live in Chicago now, so it isn't as magical as I once thought it was. Everything seems a little different when the real world of college hits.
Regardless, I got to go see my still favorite artist. My mom drove up from Indiana, we went out to dinner, and then on to the concert. Of course, John had aged a little, but so had I. He still rocked the skinny jeans, t-shirt, and a jacket, with converse. His music still sounded just as great, and yes I still cried.
I guess what I'm trying to share is that even as we get older, some things never change. I still loved every minute of his concert, and it even made me feel little again. I felt as if I could close my eyes, listen to his music, and not have a care in the world.
