Guilty (musical) pleasure

John Mayer concerts are turning into a guilty pleasure of mine.  You may recall the event of '07 when Kerry and I were transplanted from our nosebleed seats INTO THE FRONT ROW.  Because John Mayer is a lovely (if somewhat vile in magazine interviews) musician who likes to save the best seats for random fans with crappy seats. 

So, this time, NayNay and I scored 6th row tickets with help from my friend Matt.  The opener was Michael Franti and Spearhead, and I wouldn't normally bore you with details of the opener, but they were totally awesome.  Like rock-the-whole-place awesome.  Michael Franti ran off the stage and through the crowd high fiving everyone (including NayNay) as he ran past...

 
And his guitar player was the happiest little guy I ever did see.  He smiled at least this hard for almost the entire show, except for one song where he was totally rocking out too hard to smile...

And now some John Mayer, who put on  good show, except for a very, very long drum solo.  I'm talking possibly over five minutes.  The only other negative was his cargo pants.  He reallly needs to stop wearing those.  New fun fact: he is pretty good at whistling...