Mayer: Philosophical Sports-Casting Cluck

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You may know him as a bluesmeister, sexpot, or clown. But as his blog currently suggests, John Mayer is a thoughtful dude, too. In one of his first posts since dumping his entire library a couple months ago, he waxes eloquently about his generation’s self-obsession and self-doubt. Evidently he wrote it while “traveling alone in Japan,” a place that’s nudged him into a psychological spot one of my wise workmates deemed his “Lost in Translation moment.”

But don’t fret, all these deep thoughts haven’t stymied his sillybone, as you can see from the fuzzy commentary he uses to describe America’s pastime in the clip above. That is him, isn’t it?

And what would you do if he turned into Bret Michaels?