I was walking around the city yesterday and happened to pass by the big Guitar Center on 14th St. They have a display up in their windows of rock stars posed with their guitars. I was enjoying the display, which showed the likes of Melissa Etheridge with a white acoustic cut-out, and various other guitarists holding fancy, funky electric guitars. And as I continued walking past the display one guitar particularly caught my attention, because it was my guitar! Same maple sunburst finish, same tortoiseshell pick guard. And as I looked to see what rock star played such a magnificent instrument, I burst into a fit of laughter. It was, the one and only, John Mayer.

Your booody is a wooonderland …

 

Yes, I am the embodiment of the preppy white-boy rocker.