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My body is a wonderland. Free rides tonight.
Wow. Nothing like putting yourself out there. (As I write, Trace Adkins is playing in the background, so everything I write herein may be clouded by that.)
Mayer's music was good, particularly a duel between his guitar and the "voice" of the saxophone player, but he struggled to connect with the crowd and to build toward a climatic conclusion. The weather probably didn't help. After the sun went down, it was wrap-in-a-blanket cold ... August 31st and it was anything but a hot August night.
The undulating motion in the VIP section common at previous USANA concerts this summer was stilled with what looked like characters in a wax museum. Everyone sat motionless and peered toward the stage, except during a few songs. Part of this was because so many of Mayer's songs were not danceable. And when people got out of their seats, it wasn't to get a beer, it was to go home. Early exiters seemed a bit more plentiful than usual.
Admittedly, I was on a different planet, and chatted up a friend during nearly the entire set. Every so often, I gazed at the beautiful free-form designs projecting from the huge screen behind the band, but I didn't take as much time to make either paper or mental notes on the songs, the lyrics, or happenings on the stage. In fact, I was chatting incessantly during "Your Body Is A Wonderland," the most famous of John Mayer's songs and after the concert found myself asking the others, "did he play ... that song??" Yes, he did, apparently, but I missed it.
Disclosure: I was a volunteer at this concert. I received NO compensation for this review.