One of my absolute favourite things about Hubby? He plays the gui-tar. Scratch that, he doesn't play it, he masters it. He's really quite remarkable on that friggin thing.
Sometimes I beg him to for the love of god put that thing down already, but most of the time Hubby's guitar playing is the highlight of my day. Neither one of us can wait until he teaches our little girl to play along with him. (I'll just watch. And continue to pretend I know how to sing.)
If you know any guitarists, especially any good ones, you know they usually have a few key influences. In Hubby's case, John Mayer is the go-to.
Now. You might not appreciate John Mayer. Sure, sometimes he comes across as kind of a douche, and you might not even like his sometimes cheesy tunes. However, in case you don't already know, I'm here to tell you that John Mayer's skills on six strings are very nearly unmatched.
Often to my particular frustration, John Mayer has become the backdrop to our lives. Mr Mayer was playing when Hubby and I decided to tie the knot. Uncle D quoted him at our wedding ceremony... This is not roman candle, firework, Hollywood, hot pink love; this is I got your BACK love. Not to mention every goddam road trip of all time. And of course, without fail, every. single. one. of Hubby's daily guitar sessions.
Despite the over-exposure, I have what one could call a soft spot for those tunes, so naturally I was glad to see John perform on Ellen this week. Watching him play his new bluesy song Olivia, I learned something: As it turns out, it isn't John Mayer's guitar that I love - it's Hubby's, when he plays Mayer's stuff.
So when I went upstairs, I made of point of sharing this tidbit with my dear husband, for which I was greatly rewarded...
As if I didn't love him enough already, my darling set me up with a full-fledged bedroom concert to entertain me while I showered, complete with Strat, amplifier, vocals, harmonica, and pedal board.
Oh, how much I adore him - even when he's been a total wiener on three separate occasions that day.