Niagara Falls, August 2006

John Mayer Concert

Silver Lining….

Recycled pic….. from Aruba, July 2005…..this is the “Natural Bridge” which stood for thousands of years (possibly hundreds of thousands?) and was a major tourist attraction in Aruba.  Sadly the Bridge collapsed in October of 2005…..just goes to show you that nothing lasts forever…..

John Mayer – Stop This Train

Take a look at MATT NATHANSON’S latest journal entry:  I love him.

12.18.05
home, sf
‘my life is brilliant…’

what’s up my peeps!

i, once again, have been neglecting you.
i assure you that it was not personal…
truth be told, i’ve recently realized that i have a real talent
for using up endless amounts of time doing everything
but what i need to be doing
and i’ve decided it’s essential that i focus energy
on cultivating this talent, for fear that it will atrophy.
there has already been an incredible upside…
i’ve become a master of many exciting things like:

vacuuming
caulking the bathtub
walking around san francisco for hours
reading music news online
buying things
playing tony hawk.

and on the even brighter side, i’ve also been tapping
into talents of mine that have long been dormant and
that i thought, for all intents and purposes, had gone.
here are a few examples:

the art of focusing on something so hard that i fall asleep
eating only cereal at every meal
and finally,
staying in bed from the time it gets light, until it gets dark again.

some of these bad boys haven’t been around since college..
so you can just imagine my euphoria.

i do have lyrics to write. songs that aren’t finished.
lyrics that haven’t been finished since the songs were finished
last spring.
it’s starting to sort of haunt me, really.
give me bad dreams.
but what are you gonna do.
having the same bad dream every night about realizing
i have lost all my hair isn’t that bad..
i mean, i get to wake up everyday & appreciate that i’m not really bald.
that’s a plus…
and it sure beats the usual one where i am still in college and
haven’t been to class or done an assignment all semester
and i realize that i am still getting a grade.

we go back into the studio in los angeles in jan. to finish guitars
and, i hope, to sing.
but, without lyrics, i’m afraid i might be fucked.
good news is, the lyrics do always come.
bad news is, it could take years.
maybe i’ll just call james blunt up and ask him how it is that
he writes such fucking transcendently amazing lines like:

“Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don’t think that I’ll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end”

um, y.u.c.k.
playschools ‘my first song’ contest winner?
and i know it seems catty of me to shit on someone who is
more successful than me and in the same general field
but really, you have to believe me, i was rooting for the guy.
i root for all my sensitive male singer songwriter brethren.
but fucking seriously, this song eats the cock.
and the fact that it is catching on, makes me sad.
i truly believe that every time a base, shit, underachieving song
like this one becomes successful, it just lowers the bar for all
and everybody lowers their collective expectations
so more terrible songs can slip through
and the cycle continues and, spirals further downward.
i guess it just pushes us even closer to a need for some
real, genuine greatness again.
i am keeping my fingers crossed.

but should you really be listening to someone who is
still in his underwear at 4:30 in the afternoon,
eating cereal and watching ‘monk’?

you’re beautiful, it’s true,
matt

Me, jetski, Aruba.

NYC, central park., march 2005.

The face Gloria makes during sex. (in reality i think i was showing her my penis)

Gloria and pussy.

This is Darren.  AKA Doctor.  AKA the most insane person on the face of this earth.  All i can say is:  he has flushed his underwear down the toilet (more than once).  I can’t even begin to describe him….but as insane as he is, he’s a good guy. (hard to find these days)

The good ole days.

I love asses.

Lou giving me a handjob while I look like I’m high

Yes, even fat people read Men’s Health

Always wear your seat belt when in the car w/ a Puerto Rican.

My Rat.

My rat carries toys and plays fetch.  Smart rat.

Lou, Matt Nathanson, Me.

My Baby Rat.

Aruba– I miss it.

My 92 year old grandpa, who still drives!

Clouds are pretty way up high.

Sadly my face looks like this more than I’d care to admit.

GET IT:

john mayer john mayer john mayer john mayer!!!!

john mayer trio.  john mayer trio.  john mayer trio.  john mayer trio.

Mine:

The New John Mayer Trio Live CD

On my wall at work…..